October 30, 2002

• Hmm…yup, looks like my Halloween costume..well, sort of.

  
  

  So…what’s the deal eh?  Y’all don’t like my ghost stories or what?  Hmph!  See how y’all are!!

  
  

  Well…I’m not going to let THAT little thing stop me…so there!  So onward we go…

  
  

  The next encounter takes place in the house as well…only a couple years later.  I was about 7 when the footstep incident occured so…that would mean that I was about 9 when this next one took place.

  
  

  It was late in the afternoon and my brother had gone to a friend’s house for the day.  My dad had just come home from work and wanted to drive down to Allegan (a town about 20 minutes south of where I lived) to go to the hardware store for a few things before they closed.  Now, dad was an armed security guard…and a retired police officer so he had many guns in the house.  He had a ritual of coming home from work and taking off his gun and unloading it and then hanging it in the harness up in the closet.  He kept all of the bullets for the guns seperate in their own boxes in his desk drawer in the library.  The library was one of the few rooms in the house that always remained locked…and the guns being in there was the main reason as to why this was so.

  
  

  Well, because dad was in a hurry to get going into town…he didn’t empty out his gun and such…but instead just took off his belt and laid it on the desk with the gun in it’s harnes fully loaded.  He changed his clothes…locked the library door and then he and I were off to Allegan. 

  
  

  The house was empty during the time that we were gone.  My mom was working in Detroit at the time and like I’d said prior…Mark was at a friend’s house out of town.  So dad and I were quite shocked to find what we did when we arrived back home.

  
  

  We pulled up in the driveway, got out of the car and went into the house.  I followed dad upstairs to the library door.  He unlocked the door and opened it for me to go inside.  I entered the room and noticed that dad’s belt and gun weren’t where he’d left them.  I also noticed that there were bullets lined up in a single row on his desk with the box sitting next to them.  Under a corner of the box there was a note written in a woman’s handwriting.  The note said…

  
  

  Mar~

  
  

  Don’t ever leave a loaded gun out in the open where my grandchildren could get a hold of it!  You know better than that.

  
  

  Love,

  
  

  Marge

  
  

  Well…first of all…very few people called my dad “Mar”, which is short for Mario…and Marge was my grandma’s (mom’s mom) nickname…and how she always signed letters and such. 

  
  

  I looked at dad and told him that there was a note there.  He picked it up and I thought that after reading it that he was going to faint.  I asked him if he was okay…and he said yes…but he didn’t look okay.

  
  

  He said that it was my grandma’s handwriting. (but she’d been dead for 8 years by that point) My grandma Marjorie died a week before my first birthday in June of 1976.  She had a massive coronary.  My dad adored the woman and she loved him dearly as well.

  
  

  She was a very kind and loving woman…but, she was a determined lady.  When she told you something…she meant it.  Ya know what I mean?

  
  

  Anyway, my dad was completely freaked out (well, so was I) and decided that there had to be a logical explanation for all of this.  So, he called my brother over at his friend’s house and then called my mom in Detroit.  Mark had not been home at all that day.  My mom was coming home the next day for the weekend.

  
  

  When mom got home, dad showed her the library.  He had kept everything the same until she could see it…for fear that she’d think he’d lost it somehow.  (sound familiar? haha)

  
  

  My mom about flipped when she saw the note in her mom’s handwriting.  However, she said that it sounded just like something that her mom would say…and do.

  
  

  Now mind you…we never saw my grandma’s spirit or anything…just the effects of what she did.  See…you can receive notes (letters) from the deceased.

  
  

  Next up…hearing voices from beyond.

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