"Go Away"
For a long time now, the restless dead have been quiet at the Devil Queen. No sounds of footsteps in the hall or phantom crying babies. Then, we cleaned out the bay window room (parlor/bedroom) at the front of the house and things started to happen.
One weekend a couple of weeks ago, Liz, Fidge, and Jack came over to help us paint in our run up to the appraisal. Jack was painting the exterior trim on the master bathroom window when I happened to walk by looking for some errant tool.
"I hear someone talking to me out here," he said without looking up from his work. "I looked around but didn't see anyone."
"Really, what did they say?"
"It was like, 'ooo away,'" he said. "Had trouble hearing the first part."
"'Go away' maybe?'
Jack shrugged, "I don't know. Maybe. I don't think so though."
"Okay."
A couple of days later I was talking to Fidge and she told me that she heard a voice in the bay window room while she was painting in there.
"What did it say?" I asked.
"Go away."
Scarlet and I our irritated. We don't much appreciate folks, living or dead, trying to run off our free, volunteer help. Why couldn't they have run of the SOB's who came and took $2000 in tools a couple years ago?
It is so hard to find good help.
One weekend a couple of weeks ago, Liz, Fidge, and Jack came over to help us paint in our run up to the appraisal. Jack was painting the exterior trim on the master bathroom window when I happened to walk by looking for some errant tool.
"I hear someone talking to me out here," he said without looking up from his work. "I looked around but didn't see anyone."
"Really, what did they say?"
"It was like, 'ooo away,'" he said. "Had trouble hearing the first part."
"'Go away' maybe?'
Jack shrugged, "I don't know. Maybe. I don't think so though."
"Okay."
A couple of days later I was talking to Fidge and she told me that she heard a voice in the bay window room while she was painting in there.
"What did it say?" I asked.
"Go away."
Scarlet and I our irritated. We don't much appreciate folks, living or dead, trying to run off our free, volunteer help. Why couldn't they have run of the SOB's who came and took $2000 in tools a couple years ago?
It is so hard to find good help.
Labels: restless dead
posted by John | 5:25 AM
1 Comments:
You'd think if they were going to drive everyone away that they'd have the decency to pick up a paintbrush once in a while. You know, a little painting in the dead of night.
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