Tonya Kappes
The first house my husband and I bought after we got married was over one-hundred and fifty years old. We were the third owners of the house. That's not that many. The house is on the historic registry in our community. We had to get a special permit to be able to enclose a screened in porch to make into my office.
After that was when everything went crazy! Items in my house started to disappear. Strange items like my clothing iron and a 35mm camera. As soon as I would replace an item, the original item would show up in our kitchen cabinets that we use every single day.
The water faucets would turn on at different hours of the day, including the outside one. It was crazy. Of course we thought it was just because the house was old. But...then our dogs would be chasing something that wasn't there and at the same time. They'd also watch and follow nothing around. That's when we realized that this was more than just an old house. There had to be a spirit or dare I say ghost among us?!
For a year we accepted all the strange things that'd happened around us and kinda gotten used to it. I'd even named it, Mrs. Meyers, only because I'd found out the previous owners wife had died there.
A year later we put our house up for sale because a better, older house was put on the market down the street and we bought it. Houses in the area sell like hot cakes. Ours had been on the market almost four months. So many people went through our house but we couldn't sell it. It was the strangest thing. It was a darling house and priced perfect.
It wasn't until I'd gone to see a physic did I find out my ghost was Martha Meyers, the daughter of the previous owner. She too had died in the house of a childhood disease. She use to love the screened in porch that I'd bricked up into my office. She was angry I'd done that but love my dogs and my new born little boy. She scared off any would be buyers because she didn't want us to leave.
I was told that I had to take her to her grave or take her to the next house with me. NO WAY!
Like a nut job, at least I looked like a nut job, I had a very candid conversation with my ghost, my new born, and my dogs. I told Martha that we were moving and I was taking her back to her grave (which I did find her grave!) because she couldn't go with us. No joke, I drove my ghost to the cemetery and dropped her off. Dogs and new born in the car.
Three hours later my house sold. Thanks to Martha, I learned I had some sleuthing skills.
#MysteryWeek
After that was when everything went crazy! Items in my house started to disappear. Strange items like my clothing iron and a 35mm camera. As soon as I would replace an item, the original item would show up in our kitchen cabinets that we use every single day.
The water faucets would turn on at different hours of the day, including the outside one. It was crazy. Of course we thought it was just because the house was old. But...then our dogs would be chasing something that wasn't there and at the same time. They'd also watch and follow nothing around. That's when we realized that this was more than just an old house. There had to be a spirit or dare I say ghost among us?!
For a year we accepted all the strange things that'd happened around us and kinda gotten used to it. I'd even named it, Mrs. Meyers, only because I'd found out the previous owners wife had died there.
A year later we put our house up for sale because a better, older house was put on the market down the street and we bought it. Houses in the area sell like hot cakes. Ours had been on the market almost four months. So many people went through our house but we couldn't sell it. It was the strangest thing. It was a darling house and priced perfect.
It wasn't until I'd gone to see a physic did I find out my ghost was Martha Meyers, the daughter of the previous owner. She too had died in the house of a childhood disease. She use to love the screened in porch that I'd bricked up into my office. She was angry I'd done that but love my dogs and my new born little boy. She scared off any would be buyers because she didn't want us to leave.
I was told that I had to take her to her grave or take her to the next house with me. NO WAY!
Like a nut job, at least I looked like a nut job, I had a very candid conversation with my ghost, my new born, and my dogs. I told Martha that we were moving and I was taking her back to her grave (which I did find her grave!) because she couldn't go with us. No joke, I drove my ghost to the cemetery and dropped her off. Dogs and new born in the car.
Three hours later my house sold. Thanks to Martha, I learned I had some sleuthing skills.
#MysteryWeek
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