Freaky Friday

As you may have read in my last blog, I believe in ghosts.  This means that I believe in hauntings and love a good ghost story.  And I have many ghost stories that have happened to my family all the way from West Virginia in the 50's to my apartment last week.  So, I give to you, a story from my family.

    Back in 1999, my great Grandmother passed away.  I was sad obviously, but also extremely grateful that I got to experience a great grandma, since many of the kids I knew never got to see their grandparents let alone great grandparents.  Shortly after her death, my Dad left and my mom and I were getting ready to move into her old house.  There was some minor work to be done so we got started.

    The day we did my room is when this story get a little haunted.  My bedroom was set to be the front bedroom that was formerly used as a guest room.  It needed new paint and my family is always the type to go big or go home.  We did a sky scene on the ceiling, daisies on the floorboards, a tree in the corner.  Again, go big or go home.  After a hard days work and many paint fumes and taking a few pics or our awesome work, we decided some pizza was in order.

     Quick sidebar, if you know me or my mother, you know we are pretty sarcastic.  We are basically craftsman at a well placed joke, comment or one liner.  We also never forget when someone does something stupid.  Ok back to the story and by the way this is important as you'll see in a few sentences.

      So all doors and windows had been open since we were handling mass amounts of paints.  And obviously, we had to close them since we were leaving.  Now these windows were old school style.  Like they crank open and closed and they stick so as in this case, someone has to go outside and push the window shut while the person inside cranks it to close it.  On this particular instance, my mom was the cranker, and my aunt the pusher.  As they were shutting the window, my mom used a well placed Polish joke (How many Pollacks does it take to shut a window) along with a jab at my Aunt's strength (come on Debb, put some muscle in it).  Once, it was all closed up, we left.

     As we pulled up to the house after picking up our pizza, something was off.  It looked like the windows were open.  When we parked it got even weirder.  Our gate to the back yard was wide open and the door wasn't shut all the way.  We walked in to the house and went straight to the bedroom.  It took a second to get in because the closet door was open up against the bedroom door.  Upon entering, the windows were all open.  In addition to that, the attic entrance was in my closet and it was open.  I was scared shitless.

    If that wasn't enough a few weeks later, we got the camera pictures developed.  In one picture, my great grandma is standing there in her best blue Easter dress.  With her hands crossed in that way all the ladies in my family do.

   Needless to say, I didn't sleep in that room for quite a while.

   Hope you all enjoyed and look for more coming soon!

xoxo
   Trista