Writings on The Bathroom Wall…

I proudly display those closest to my heart that had once served and those that are still serving~

Grandpa~Uncle Gary~Fred~Uncle Andy~Peter~Mary~Steve~Patricia~Uncle Walter~Deb~Great Grandpa~Daryl~Jim~Christian~Brandon~Kyle~Travis~Paul~Bobby~Rob and Scotty

Yes… I’ve decided to carry out my writing missionon those childhood ghost stories.  It’s been a rewarding adventure, I’ll say that for sure.  It’s a bit therapeutic in its own way but also with a means of logical resolution.  When those happen, I jump up from this computer as if I’ve discovered a treasure of gold, get on the phone and share it with S2.  It’s been laughable and empowering.

I’ve been busy for the past week or two but I’ll get back to the storytelling very soon.  I don’t always feel comfortable leaving comments on, so don’t be dismayed if I’ve turned them off.

I’ll be back!  (I did that in my best Arnold voice)

As I look back on what I’ve written so far about the shenanigans that took place in our house, it strikes me with my own disbelief but I can assure you, it’s all written in honesty and it’s just a small window into my world as a child.  A childhood that should be novel based.  Hmmm….

I’ll also agree with the comments.  Comments that I’ve echoed nearly all of my life about that slime ball.  I suppose he got a real kick out of scaring the life out of us – but there was a method to his madness, of which I won’t go into here at this time or if even at all.

As an adult, I’ve surmised that the entire cubby space incidents were generated by him, along with a few hundred more crack pot tricks and events.  Of the three years that we resided in that particular house, there were many more challenges to a dark and scary basement, many thousands of times I’d hear my name being called and no one to acknowledge they did it.  There were other mysterious noises that came from that cubby space and at least a handful of times, I felt sure there was something under my bed – but I never ever wanted to look. 

Knowing that he was possibly the instigator to many of those events, still didn’t change the fear that was instilled in us nor the complete lack of control we failed to have over our own surroundings because as I’ve already said, the discovery of what may have been his antics and the lengths he went through to see them through, weren’t made until much later in my life.  As the child I was then, along with my S2 – it was the fear of the unknown, the unexplained and what may be about to happen next. 

I don’t think I ever slept soundly or an entire night as a child.

I’ve looked back several times on another event that he started with us.  Sometimes, to make things as believable as he could, he’d enlist other members of the family.  I’m not even sure to this day, who was or wasn’t in on some of the things he conspired to do but again, he’d make sure to see it through to its end and to its success.  My mother being one of those co-conspirators all of the time.

We moved in the summer of ’79 to a more rural place, into an older stone house with lots of land.  In this place is where the life I had been living became known to me.  Piece by piece, year by year.  The older I got, the more severe some of the issues became, including ghosts and goblins.