When Kiefer and I bought our house, we knew there was…a history.
The house was built in the 1930s, but the most recent owner had a sad story. Her daughter died in a car accident, and her son was so distraught he committed suicide. And who knows what happened before they lived there.
When a friend came to visit, she walked in and said…
Friend: Oooo…do you feel that?
Thoughtsy: What?
Friend: There’s something here. But don’t worry: it’s good.
Another friend said, “The house has an energy, but it’s a positive energy. The lady who lived here was so nice. And don’t worry: the boy didn’t die in the house.”
Fantastic. Why can’t our house have no energy?
Kiefer has had a lot of fun with “the energy.”
Kiefer: Where are my socks? The ghost moved them! Why is there a wet towel on the bed? Did you hear that knocking? The ghost is trying to communicate.
Thoughtsy: Jerk….

Ghosts don’t shower and throw their towels on the bed. Little boys do.
A few nights, when I’ve woken up to pee, the bookcase lights in the baby’s room have been on. It’s just a touch pad on the shelf that I’m sure Esme Kitty plays with and turns on, but it’s still freaky at 1 in the morning.
Then last night…::shines flashlight on face::…after Kiefer and I went to bed, Esme started hissing. Hissing like I’ve never heard her hiss before. And not just 1 or 2 hisses, she went on and on.
Ozzy Pups was laying at the bottom of our bed, so he wasn’t tormenting her.
Thoughtsy: Kiefer! Something’s wrong. Esme’s hissing.
Kiefer: Huh?
I got up only to see that Kiefer had fallen back asleep. I flipped on every light switch I passed on my search for Esme. Ozzy Pups woke up and came with me.
We found Esme sitting calmly on the back of the recliner in the living room. I gave her a few pets before heading back to bed.
Positive energy doesn’t make cats hiss.