My haunted house scare

Ghosts have been a constant in my life. For as long as I can remember I knew that we were not alone on this earth and especially not in certain places. Old homes for instance tend to be magnets for the weird and unexplainable.

As I have grown older I have been able to explain away most situations. For instance I have awaken at night thinking I heard someone knocking on the front door, I lay with frozen heart and ears straining to see if they knocked again. Or when I though I heard one of the kids yell MOM in the middle of the night, many a times I would make the trip up the stairs and pear into each bedroom and I look down onto still sleeping forms in bed.

I had come to the conclusion that our subconscious mind becomes restless as we sleep so to keep from being board it begins replaying memories from the day; hence we have dreams. But every once in a wile it stumbles onto the sound files of our minds and begins playing those little sound bites we have stored. I bet it gets its jollies waking us up. I can just visualize it giggling as it watches us trying to figure out if what we had just heard was real or not.

Well such a situation happened to me not long ago. I was sleeping soundly when I thought I heard a “tong” it was low and drifted through the air like a note of some kind. I lay there for a moment lessening and did not hear any more so I closed my eyes and tried to go back to sleep. Just as I was about to drift off into sweet nothingness I heard it again. “tong” I quickly sat up in bed I was now pretty certain that I had indeed heard the sound.

I sat motionless my mind methodically going over each and everything possible thing I could think of that would make that sound. I still had a little bit of doubt in my mind that it had actually happened because I was only half awake when I heard it both times. I was just about to lay back down and try and sleep when it happened again. “Tong” now being completely awake I could no longer doubt that I had heard something.

Instantly I knew what it sounded like; the piano. I was momentarily relived by that thought but then the fact that no one was awake and pianos do not generally play all buy themselves made the hair stand up on the back of my neck. The blood began to pound in my ears making it difficult to hear clearly with each beat of my heart echoing in my ears I tried to calm myself with logic. Ah Ha. I know a cat must have stepped on the piano causing the key to sound. I was instantly relived.

Unfortunately my relive was short lived thanks to my ever so logical mind (deep sarcasm here) my mind asked just one thing, how would the cat step on the same note multiple times with out stepping on any other. I tried to visualize one of the kitties perched on the piano bench with paw extended tapping on one key repeatedly. Of course that idea was quickly swept away…”tong” there is was again.

At this point I was no longer frightened just irritated and decided that I was going to investigate the noise. Scooby doo and the gain came to mind and I felt encouraged in my hunt. Silently I slipped out of bed. And glanced at my strong sweet protective hubby snoring softly under those inviting covers but I was determined to find out what was gong on. As I walked out of my bedroom and into the foyer I hesitated for a moment and wondered what I would do if when I went into the front room found a ghost? I paused a moment longer before I proceeded. I knew that what ever I found I would know what to do…I was a mom after all and moms can do anything right?

As I rounded the corner Forest one of our cats jumped down from the sofa. I was relived because know I knew that it had been one of the cats after all. I was just turning around to go back to bed when my eyes fell on the piano and its closed lid. My heart skipped a beat and it felt as if all of the air in the room was suddenly sucked out. I hesitated am moment. My mind ran around its self for a moment and came up empty at this point I decided that bed was the place I should be right now. I was going to cover my head and laugh about this in the morning.

As I walked back to bed I decided to take a potty break after all I was up already. LOL I had just gotten settled when “tong” for only a instant did my blood freeze in my veins, but once more my logical mind came to my rescue the sound did not come from the living room where the piano was but from the family room to my right and I knew that there was nothing in there that could have made that sound and plus the sound was coming a little more frequently now and so I was doubly determined to find the source.

I gathered myself together and left the bathroom and entered the family room when “tong” right next to me (good thing I had just gone to the bathroom) I jumped and quickly turning to my left I could see the pulsing red glare of my dying cell phone…LOL yes it was my cell phone all along I felt so silly but also relived at the same time.

Well that is my experience with my haunted house.