Ok....so here comes a long blog. And believe it or not...it is actually true! Today I had the previous owner of the house visit me, but before I talk about that...let me tell you a story...
So this past summer something strange happened to me at my house. About two weeks prior to the incident, the power company sent a letter out to Mason residents to inform them of a temporary power outage for the city grid. It would start about 11pm and last until early sometime the next morning while they checked their systems or something like that. Sure enough we lose power, so I go to bed about the same time the power goes out...11ish!
Knock! Knock! Knock!.....I wake up to a loud knocking at my front door. I get up...check my cell phone...it's 3:00AM or so. Stumble out of bed into the pitch blackness. Open my bedroom door and look at the front door to see a figure in a hat silouetted by moonlight on my front porch. I figure it's either the power company or my roommate. So I stumble my way to the door and open the door. As I look up....no one is there! Strange....I swear I just saw someone. I peer down the the sidewalk from left to right. Still no one...just an eerie moonlit lifeless stillness. It's almost like a dream. No streetlights...house lights...nothing...just the big bright moon casting some crazy shadows all around.
Then some loud footsteps behind me....
I turn around and I look through my french doors into the dark dinning room...
From the moonlight coming in from the back window I can see someone. There is someone on the other side of the dinning room table. Thinking it is my roommate coming home late, I start yelling at him. "WHY do you have to be so frickin' loud. You have a key...why did you have to wake me up by knocking?" I proceed through the doors ranting and raving about waking me up. I push open the glass doors...nothing there!!!! So I run upstairs ...and there is my roommate sound asleep....so I run back to my room...trying my best to not totally freak out. Eventually I fall asleep without wetting the bed. The next day I tell my story and everyone thinks I was just seeing things because I was tired...but what was the loud knock and the footsteps?! THE END
Now it's half a year later...construction is finally finished...kitchen and back room are mostly remodeled...and I get a visit from the previous owner of the house tonight. She and I talk and I show her the remodeling I have down...she is amazed....I smile. We talk. She then pauses and asks...
"Can I ask you something? Has anything strange ever happened while you have lived here?".......so I tell her my story....her response....
"Was the figure wearing a straw hat?".....I pause....thinking...oh my gosh....it was a straw hat!!!! How did you know?
Well...I saw him a few times when I lived here....everyone thought I was crazy...even my husband at first. Then we talked about some other strange things that have happened to each of us....both of us have labs and they both barked at the same walls in the house (WALLS not out the window...like something is in the walls)...for no appearent reason. I chaulked it up to my dog is just goofy...but she started telling me the exact locations in the house and that is exactly where my dog would go nuts sometimes. Same exact places her dogs use to go nuts!
"have you ever had a glass just break in your hands?" She asks....."it happened to me several times"
My response..."ya but they were old glasses....." I would set them down and they would just crack apart or shatter.....I figured they were just old...right?! By this time I start to question if my house really might be haunted....it was built in the late 1800's. But I don't believe in ghosts!....evil spirits and demons...but ghosts?!
There was another thing...she says...have you ever heard voices?
"Luckily...I have not!" I reply
"What about things being moved unexpectedly or falling off of the shelves?
She had given me some things they had found when they remodeled the living room...some 1890's newspapers (now in frames), an old button, and a bullet that was lodged in the wall...I use to keep it on the mantle of the fireplace...and I would oftern find it on the floor or sill of the fire place...I could never figure out why...so I mentioned that to her also.
Her Response..."We had a shelve about your TV with picture of my decesed father...and letter blocks that spelled out L O V E. They would be moved all the time....then one day...we were sitting there...and one by one the pictures and blocks fell off the shelve and then CRASH! The shelve itself falls."
I turn a little white.......pausing....I walk over to the TV and pick up a letter block sculpture made from old print blocks glued together that reads Faith (on top) Hope (in the middle) and LOVE (one the bottom). And the LOVE blocks were broken....from falling off of the TV. Now I have kittens and a dog...but the sculpture use to end up on the floor all the time before the kittys. I fixed the LOVE letter many times with glue, but they always end up on the floor and broken. I just figured the dog did it by bumping into the TV...but now I am questioning sound reason!"
Long story short...it may have been possessed?! (the house that is) I don't know...but some friends and I prayed about it after the incident with the figure I thought I saw ...and it was about the same time I finished up most of the reconstruction....I haven't had any weird things happen since....it has been a good 6 months I tell her. The only thing that still happens is the dog barking...but he's a dog...they bark right!?
Jesus is powerful...and even if something were up with the house....I know GOD is protecting me....and whatever thing or nothing that was there is gone because of GOD and prayer.
Wednesday, October 20, 2004
Monday, October 18, 2004
Powderpuff
Ok....so a friend I teach with and myself are coaching the Junior class powderpuff football team...we play tomarrow by the way. Girls are so much smarter than boys...they can memorize the plays faster....it is kind of fun!
Anyway...long story short...I was spying on the Seniors today and the other coaches sent a player over to ask if I was Mr. Corr while I was sitting in my warm truck watching them freeze at practice....of course I had to lie....which was hard to do with a straight face. She went back and told her coaches...whom I teach with....that it wasn't me....so they sent her back to varify. Again I lied....and laughed so hard as she went back to tell her coaches. Man, I thought everyone knew me at the high school...but I guess I was wrong. Now she is going to think I am a lier though. I convinced a senior that I was someone else....and not spying on their plays. We will probably loose now because I lied to her...hahaha! Now I am a big fat liar!
Anyway...long story short...I was spying on the Seniors today and the other coaches sent a player over to ask if I was Mr. Corr while I was sitting in my warm truck watching them freeze at practice....of course I had to lie....which was hard to do with a straight face. She went back and told her coaches...whom I teach with....that it wasn't me....so they sent her back to varify. Again I lied....and laughed so hard as she went back to tell her coaches. Man, I thought everyone knew me at the high school...but I guess I was wrong. Now she is going to think I am a lier though. I convinced a senior that I was someone else....and not spying on their plays. We will probably loose now because I lied to her...hahaha! Now I am a big fat liar!
Sunday, October 10, 2004
The Good and Bad
So a friend and I were talking today and I realized that I only seem to post when life is getting me down. Just thought I would throw it out there that I do have good days :o)
I am planning on updating this blog site with some other cool stuff within the next couple of weeks...so keep looking for updates...they will be coming.
Something good....
Well, I have two cool kittens...and an awsome dog! They keep me company most of the time. Actually it is kinda wierd because I am not really a cat lover. I actually didn't even like cats that much till I got mine. Sometimes they are a pain, but they are usually more fun than a pain. They are very friendly, and they kind of remind me of my dog. Speaking of which, my dog was actually the one who picked them out as strange as that sounds. So, I guess they are cats that act more like dogs...and that is why I like them. ;o)
you see...this is why I don't write more about good and happy stuff...it just sounds so corny! Nothing deep involved in it. Although, I find that when I ask myself why about the crumby stuff that goes on in my life...God returns the question to me asking why I don't question the good stuff too? Cuz really...what have I done that deserves special treatment from God? Nothing, we are all sinners and fall short of His glory...so if I am going to question something...I should probably question everything :op
I am planning on updating this blog site with some other cool stuff within the next couple of weeks...so keep looking for updates...they will be coming.
Something good....
Well, I have two cool kittens...and an awsome dog! They keep me company most of the time. Actually it is kinda wierd because I am not really a cat lover. I actually didn't even like cats that much till I got mine. Sometimes they are a pain, but they are usually more fun than a pain. They are very friendly, and they kind of remind me of my dog. Speaking of which, my dog was actually the one who picked them out as strange as that sounds. So, I guess they are cats that act more like dogs...and that is why I like them. ;o)
you see...this is why I don't write more about good and happy stuff...it just sounds so corny! Nothing deep involved in it. Although, I find that when I ask myself why about the crumby stuff that goes on in my life...God returns the question to me asking why I don't question the good stuff too? Cuz really...what have I done that deserves special treatment from God? Nothing, we are all sinners and fall short of His glory...so if I am going to question something...I should probably question everything :op
Tuesday, October 05, 2004
It's been awhile
Ok...so I haven't written in awhile....and I guess we could say things are still kind of the same for me. My life sometimes seems like a bad country song. People die, friends leave, my car still doesn't run...etc. etc. But there isn't all bad in everything. I mean I still terribly miss my best friend, whom I still am lucky enough to converse with. I miss the way things were in my life, but hope in God to make things better. Things will get better...if not in this life time, then in heaven.
On a different note....
I have noticed also that I really wish that I could be less sensitive about somethings. I hate feelings sometimes and wish I were like a strong a steady western hero, riding into the sunset instead of an over emotional "artist". But God makes us who we are for a reason, and I have begun to see somewhat of why I am who I am.
I believe that God is in control (whether we sense it or not), and everything happens for a purpose. That purpose may be to guide our next move in life, or to find a hidden fault, or to simply honor God's work. I mean look at Pharoh and how God allowed him to have all that power, just so he could demonstrate HIS own majesty by Pharoh's downfall. Teaching students gives me a lot of influence and power too...but I don't want to be like Pharoh. I have found that I can reach kids by being who I am. Kids that normally don't feel loved. I mean don't get me wrong...I am still a man...and I am not always sensitive when I should be. But I have noticed that number of students begin to increase around my room just to "hang out". Is God giving me my own outreach right there at school? I think he may...now I just hope I can be more like Moses and help "rescue" God's people from the wickedness of our social diseases.
God let me be your hands and your feet. Let me not to be afraid, but instead embrace troubled times with a servants heart. Let me serve and not be a demander. Allow me to grow in your wisdom, strength, mercy, and spirit. Keep me from falling and straying far from that path which you have chosen me to walk. Allow me to love my enemies, and neighbors as you would want me to love them. Let me produce good fruit for your harvest....Amen!
On a different note....
I have noticed also that I really wish that I could be less sensitive about somethings. I hate feelings sometimes and wish I were like a strong a steady western hero, riding into the sunset instead of an over emotional "artist". But God makes us who we are for a reason, and I have begun to see somewhat of why I am who I am.
I believe that God is in control (whether we sense it or not), and everything happens for a purpose. That purpose may be to guide our next move in life, or to find a hidden fault, or to simply honor God's work. I mean look at Pharoh and how God allowed him to have all that power, just so he could demonstrate HIS own majesty by Pharoh's downfall. Teaching students gives me a lot of influence and power too...but I don't want to be like Pharoh. I have found that I can reach kids by being who I am. Kids that normally don't feel loved. I mean don't get me wrong...I am still a man...and I am not always sensitive when I should be. But I have noticed that number of students begin to increase around my room just to "hang out". Is God giving me my own outreach right there at school? I think he may...now I just hope I can be more like Moses and help "rescue" God's people from the wickedness of our social diseases.
God let me be your hands and your feet. Let me not to be afraid, but instead embrace troubled times with a servants heart. Let me serve and not be a demander. Allow me to grow in your wisdom, strength, mercy, and spirit. Keep me from falling and straying far from that path which you have chosen me to walk. Allow me to love my enemies, and neighbors as you would want me to love them. Let me produce good fruit for your harvest....Amen!
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