The House on Main...part 4.

Through the years of living in the house on Main, I become so used to strange happenings that, for the most part, it got to be where I barely noticed them at all most of the time.



One of our game night parties, though not the night in question and
 not the same room,
both girls from the story are present in this photo.

Sure, there were times when the "ghost pranks" would cause me some form of annoyance, such as the times I would find my purse or wallet hidden in the fridge, and I would scold them for being a nuisance or when the noises at night would keep me awake when sleep was all I craved. For the most part though, the pranks were harmless and sometimes even humorous, as long as you were not the one who had to deal with their outcome.

Aside from playing with the water when people were in the shower (and the moment you said for them to please stop, the water would always go back to normal in an instant), their favorite target seemed to be the people who claimed the loudest to not believe in ghosts or the supernatural. 

Two such friends who ardently believed that such nonsense went against all their faith were the ones that tended to have the best encounters.


One such incident with two heavy skeptics that stands out in my mind happened to two of my closest friends, Stephanie and Dale (names changed to protect the easily embarrassed).  We were having another one of our game night parties that night and they had volunteered to come over a bit early and help me set up.  At the time I still lived alone and there was no one in the home but the three of us. 

The kitchen that leads into the den, the TV is just
behind the wall on the right.

We had everything set up and things were going well, so I decided it was time to call in and go and pick up the pizzas.  It was only a mile down the road, so I told them they could just stay there and watch some tv till I got back.

When I pulled back into my drive, less than 20 minutes later, I was met by the sight of the two of them running full speed towards my car and screaming at the top of their lungs and waving my cordless home phone at me!

I had no idea what the heck was going on?!?  I slammed the car into park and leaped out, sure that some unimaginable horror had occurred in my absence.  I was sure the phone was there to call 911 and get the ambulance and fire department on their way.

After they informed me of what had happened, I thought I was going to pass out from laughing so I was glad they still had that phone on them.

Apparently, both girls had been in the kitchen, which connects to the den/party area through a door. They said they had been sitting up the plates and cups on the bar then started towards the den when all of a sudden, the tv came on by itself and suddenly started flipping channels wildly.
They started to scream and grabbed the remote to turn it off. It was then that the volume shot up to full blast while the channels continued to flip like a strobe. 

Scared out of their wits, they grabbed the house phone and ran screaming out the front door and were going to call my cell phone and were even more terrified when they noticed that the phone was dead. 

Fortunately, I had pulled into the drive at that time and by the time they finished telling me the story, they were much calmer.  I checked the phone...dial tone present again, and then we went into the house. It was so quiet in there, you could have heard a pin drop.  The tv was off and the remote was strangely back on the sofa (and seemed to be working just fine after I tested it).

Nothing else strange happened the rest of that night and the party went down without any further drama; however, after that day, neither girl would stay in the house by themselves and to this day they still shudder when recalling that night.