I found out today why Michael was able to get such an amazing deal on the rent of the second house he runs (and of which I'm currently calling home); it turns out that the landlady has never been able to rent this house out for more than a couple months at a time because the house is haunted. A supernatural tenant has pushed each and every family that has come to live in the home.
And sure enough, the first night in the new home, not having been told anything, several of the children reported that a ghost had come into their room in the middle of the night and sat on their chests to study them. Having seen a ghost myself once with Fiona in Australia, I'm inclined to believe their story as it was very similar to our experience. Ghosts are curious, and they want to discover who is sharing their home with them.
Ghost sightings have been way down in the couple months since they moved into the new home from the dilapidated shack the previous chairman had them living in. The youngest boy of the house, Rajan, still gets the occasional visit. At 6 years old, he still gets scared by these nocturnal callings, but just in the last couple days has started to realize that the ghost just wants to be his friend instead of meaning him any harm.
This takes me to one of my great life mantras: Walls absorb energy, both positive and negative. How often have you personally walked into a room and felt either an extreme sense of warmth or an intense uneasiness for no discernible reason? It's the walls. I know it sounds like hocus pocus to some, but truly, if you look at various cultures, it's well documented that intense joys or sorrows will stay with a house, resident to resident, until a new event is powerful enough to overwhelm the previous energy.
And that's exactly what's happened here. The joy, laughter, and love that fills the home has turned malevolence to benevolence. The children have single handily transformed a home that nobody wanted to live in into a house nobody wants to leave. Let's just hope the Landlady doesn't find out!!!
I can't wait for Christmas. The joy, awe, and thrill of Christmas morning will have the walls singing for years to come.
Best,
Tom
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