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A couple of days ago I got a call from a young lady who needed an external usb soundcard for her laptop, which she needed as an accessory in hosting an online radio show. I ordered one through eBay for her and it arrived today, and she came to my house to pick it up.
At this point I should state that this girl is relatively new in town, and we had never met before in our lives.
She came into the house and after initial introductions the first thing she asked was "does this house have a basement?"
We confirmed that it does, as does virtually every other house in town. Christine asked her if she's allergic to cats. She said she was, but it wasn't that. She said something felt "heavy."
We completed our business and I followed her outside and got the web address of her radio show. She then admitted that she'd found it a little difficult to breathe in the house, that it felt oppressive. I asked if she meant something like a haunting. She said no, that there was an overwhelming feeling of sadness hanging over the place. She wondered if anything "strange" had happened here. At that point I indulged her, admitting (without any specifics) that there had been a couple of deaths under this roof (my mother-in-law and my son - but I didn't tell her that). She said she belong to a group of "investigators" and if I needed anything I should give her a call.
I'm tempted to do it and just let her follow her nose to see where it leads her. As long as I don't get a bill!
Kevin
At this point I should state that this girl is relatively new in town, and we had never met before in our lives.
She came into the house and after initial introductions the first thing she asked was "does this house have a basement?"
We confirmed that it does, as does virtually every other house in town. Christine asked her if she's allergic to cats. She said she was, but it wasn't that. She said something felt "heavy."
We completed our business and I followed her outside and got the web address of her radio show. She then admitted that she'd found it a little difficult to breathe in the house, that it felt oppressive. I asked if she meant something like a haunting. She said no, that there was an overwhelming feeling of sadness hanging over the place. She wondered if anything "strange" had happened here. At that point I indulged her, admitting (without any specifics) that there had been a couple of deaths under this roof (my mother-in-law and my son - but I didn't tell her that). She said she belong to a group of "investigators" and if I needed anything I should give her a call.
I'm tempted to do it and just let her follow her nose to see where it leads her. As long as I don't get a bill!
Kevin
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