I met a neighbor from two doors down yesterday. Her husband is a police officer, and they have lived in the neighborhood for a number of years. This is a real community, and people know one another and help each other out.
Anyway, we had a big dumpster/rolloff thing for the weekend, as we had a lot of junk to throw away that the prior owners left in the house. Plus, we tore off the back porch, removed ALL the kitchen cabinetry and got rid of the last bits of carpeting. Oh, and about two tons (no exaggeration) of rocks that had been painted white and used to line the gardens.
Our home was one of four in a row that housed three sisters and an aunt. I can only imagine what wonderful family gatherings took place here. Our neighbor to the north is the last of this group.
The neighbor we just met was dropping something off next door and commented about all the work we had done over the weekend. Out of the blue, she asked if we had seen anything in the house. We looked at each other, then said, 'Why do you ask'?
She said that a couple of years ago when the son of the prior owner passed away, she helped the family out, acting as hostess and such when visitors came to the house. She talked about some things she experienced in the upstairs bedroom where my workroom is, and they parallelled what has been happening since I opened up the room to use it.
Then she said that Mrs. L, the woman we bought the house from, was convinced that there was at least one spirit in the house. Particularly the one that comes down the stairs, moves past the fireplace, then fades through the dining room. That's the one my cats and puppy play with.
Both the neighbor and Prairieson experienced someone tugging at the back of their shirt, then giggling.
The activity has really picked up here since we started ripping out the kitchen.