We'll get there my friend... Not today, I've to walk the dogs, then evening Mass.
I will post the next part tomorrow... It involves a 'car of death', a murder, a bloody coat and axe discovered under floorboards, and parts of a corpse dredged up from a river... You'll like it, worth the wait. Patience is a virtue 👍
The next instalment also includes brief mention of three ghosts... a gypsy, a white horse, and a hanged man.
Would you be willing to share some stories? You don’t exactly strike me as the kind of person who’d believe in ghosts or haunted houses.
Well, to start...
The house I grew up in was a pretty standard looking mid 20th century urban semi-detached in a part of a large town, with a population of about 100,000.
It was only in my late teens, early twenties, when looking at the title deeds, that I discovered that our house was different. It was the only detached house in the area... Sure it looked like the other semis in many ways, but the adjoining wall was fake, to blend in.
It was also much older than those around. The title deeds show it dated from at least 1733, when it was an isolated cottage in open countryside. We knew it as No XX, XXXX Crescent... It was originally called Brook Cottage, and was a lonely house in fields called Strawberry Plain (Those places now only exist as records in the title deeds for that one house. I even checked the local library and records... Not a thing could be found, lost in history, now all that remains of Strawberry Plain is that one house, in an urban neighbourhood in a large town).
Another thing that gave away it's age, was a vehicle garage at the bottom of the garden. Large enough for two cars, or a tractor etc, there was no way you could actually drive a vehicle to it. Behind it was more houses and somebody else's back garden. It was obviously added when the house stood alone, before the town swallowed up all the surrounding land... My dad converted this in to a workshop. It was home to unimaginably huge cobwebs, and the largest giant house spiders you ever saw.
Of the brook the cottage used to sit near, hence the building's original name... I can only assume it was diverted elsewhere or underground when the area was developed. There is a stream that still runs about a kilometre away from the house.
That's some background on the house itself... Some family context is also in order.
At the time my mother and father bought XX XXXX Crescent in the 1960s, myself and my sister were weans.
My father had instead wanted to buy a notorious isolated house on a hillside overlooking the town. This house was cheap and was struggling to sell... About 30 years earlier, somebody was murdered there, followed by a suicide. The murdered man's bloody coat and an axe were found hidden under floorboards. A torso and dismembered limbs were found in a river... The head and hands had been removed with an axe, presumably to hide the identity. It was widely believed to be the man murdered in the house. However, extensive searches of the property failed to turn up the head and hands. After the body parts were found, the person believed to be the dead man's lover hung himself in the house.
My mother wouldn't let my father buy the house, like most folk thereabouts she believed it was a 'bad' house, and the head and hands were probably walled up somewhere there.
My father had no problems about haunted houses or other things, he grew up in a haunted house... He was a panel beater and sprayer. A few years previous, an insurance company brought a top end Opel to him for a repair quote, following a crash in which two people died. The car had history, it was the car's second accident causing fatalities... The quote was too high, and to attempt to recoup some money, the insurer asked my father if he would like to buy the wreck very cheap to repair to sell on himself... My dad bought it, and when repaired, it became the family car. My mum went mad when she found out the car's fatal past, and made him sell it immediately.
So, they didn't buy the lonely locally infamous murder house high on the hillside, and purchased XX XXXX Crescent in the town instead.
Things would go missing, laughter heard,. Usually you say "yo, I really need that" and walk away for a second the item would return.
The eeriest thing was why they buggered off. They saw my sister's dog (a huge but lovely golden retriever) and said "oh, they have a dog.". My sister doesn't live there anymore and has since moved back to the States but that was too weird.
Im completely cool with ghosts if they are helpful and non violent.
let it go let it go let your love open da door...
as my 3 1/2 year old niece sings it. much better message.