I have sadly come to the conclusion after six years that our house is not haunted. There isn’t even a hint of unexplained activity here. Even my Ghost Reader EVP droid app doesn’t register any sensible ghostly activity. It says crap like “patterns, whale, and mile.” Those words, in any order, make no sense to me, and I have always been good at piecing together abstract items so they are clear to me if nobody else.* This creative piecing together of weird words and symbols is how I survived all of my math classes in high school and “Math For you and Your Hamster” in college.
Pic taken in front of non-haunted house 2010.
Now, when we lived in Richmond, our house was brand new and was not haunted because we built it. As far as we knew, the house itself could not have had a dark history, but we suspected the land may have been cursed with some kind of residual something or other. We lived fairly close to the Pocahontas State Park at the time, and every once in a while, a strong odor of tobacco would fill the upstairs. I don't mean the smell of a burning cigarette but rather a fragrant scent of tobacco leaves drying in a smokehouse. It was a bizarre phenomenon but not unpleasant. We asked our friend and HVAC guy, Don, if he had any ideas what the smell could be, after he did some work for us. He had never heard of any case like ours before. OOooooOOOoOooOOoo
Pic taken in the front yard of famous TV/haunted land house Halloween 2005.
The house also had a way of attracting attention to itself. It was on TV twice! I have never been on TV, but my house was in a commercial for our neighborhood. If I remember correctly, there was a stand-in family, in front of the house, smiling as if it belonged to them. It makes me laugh now, but I was offended at the time. Our house was also on the Richmond news after our neighbors' home unfortunately burned to the ground.
Before we lived in the local celebrity TV house, we lived in a run-down shack of a place also in Richmond. The house was sketchy for many reasons, among them the mummified mice in the basement and mushrooms growing in the bathroom. Husband insists there was a ghost cat at this house which would occasionally jump onto the bed at night.
No pics of this house for obvious reasons.
So this house is free and clear of ghosts. Though I am thankful to not have any worries of spooks and demonic spirits, I do kind of wish we had a ghost cat or two.
* I was having a difficult time remembering some of the words the Ghost Radar said the past, so I turned it on to get some examples of random nonsensical words to put in this blog entry. The radar said the following words… “find, take, all,” which does kind of make sense and is a bit creepy, but then it said “dog.”