It's the season for scary stories.....
The old house with it's older abandoned ancestor poised some distance behind it, sat on ten acres of rolling, open aspen forest. The older homestead that sat behind it was just a shell now. Even the roof was caving in. There was a large red barn in between the two houses that still smelled of the last cows that lived there. As I drove up the driveway, the character of the main two-story house was amazing. From the beautiful wooden veranda to the gabled windows sticking out of the upper story. It was obviously well-built. It looked in good condition from the outside. Inside there were all the signs of a house not lived in for many years. Mice, ample dust covered everything and, chipped and peeling paint on every surface. There were even large pieces of furniture left behind and now covered in dust, no doubt inhabited by mice and other creatures.
The first night was unsettling, as they often are when sleeping in a new place. This one was eerily quiet. The sound of nothing. No electricity to the building and no running water, meant no creaking pipes or humming appliances. Just quiet, and then .... mice. The first notable sound was of mice running everywhere but especially through the old duct work from the coal furnace in the basement. Cleaning that out would be a priority tomorrow. Mid-way through the night I awoke to the sound of slamming doors and the sound of someone running down the wooden staircase very fast and out the front door which slammed too. OK, but I was here alone.... Bolt upright in bed, I sat transfixed by fear and apprehension at the sounds I'd just heard, only to see a light on in the tiny nursery which was off the main bedroom. It had a small door which was closed but a definite light could be seen through the crack under the door. But the house had no electricity. I drew in a sharp breath, "what was that" and then I could hear the soft sound of muffled crying coming from that nursery. I wasn't about to go open that door. Instead, I grabbed a blanket and headed for the car to spend the rest of night in the back seat contemplating what I'd seen and heard the first night in my new house. How was I going to conquer my fear and spend a second night in there?