THE GHOST OF MRS B
Submitted by Mary from Plum Crazy About Coupons.
They say ghosts come to animals, children and those that don’t believe. My husband doesn’t believe in ghosts, that is until one night.
We were visiting my son and his family in Kansas after my first grandson was born. Their home was built in 1920 and we stayed in the apartment upstairs. There are two full size beds and let’s face it, we are not the smallest of people. I slept in one bed with the dog and my husband slept in the other one. The beds were really creaky just like old beds are.
One night about 3 am we were fast asleep. All of a sudden I heard my husband get up. He was yelling at me, so now I am awake. I asked him what was wrong and he said someone was scratching his back and he thought it was me. He then realized it wasn’t because I was sound asleep when he woke up.
He figured he would then go to bathroom since he was up. Now, the bathroom is in the hallway. You have to walk through the kitchen and living area into the hallway to get to the bathroom. I know it sounds weird but don’t forget it was built in 1920.
On his way back from the bathroom as he walked through the bedroom doorway, I thought he lost his balance and fell into the doorway. I started yelling at him for making noise when they were sleeping downstairs. He said someone pushed him. Yeah right. I thought there was definitely something wrong with him. He says no really, someone pushed me into the door frame.
So by now I can’t go back to sleep because once I am up there is no going back to sleep for me. He finally lays down in bed. The windows have pull shades and no sooner than he lays down the 2 shades go flying up. Okay, no one is going back to sleep now!
The following day he went to take a shower and there were scratches on his back. Later on he was talking to the neighbors and they said, “Oh it’s probably Mrs. B, just turn on the basketball game for her and she will be happy.”
Mrs. B and her doctor husband had lived upstairs in the apartment for 20 years before they purchased the house from the previous owners. After purchasing the house they were able to move downstairs. I guess Mrs B liked it better upstairs!
Hmm…What do you think?
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