In the dead of the night... I heard something from far, far away.
A familiar sound... but alarming.
I jolted awake to glance fearfully at the clock. 2 AM it blinked.
My cell phone was RINGING!
My heart starts to pound. Is it some emergency?
I don't recognize the number ....I let it go to voicemail. I wait....the cell buzzes that a message was left.
Now, I'm really awake wondering who would contact me at 2 AM and leave a message??
I call voicemail and it reveals a man calling about a house in a nearby town. He wants to schedule a tour. Could I give him a call back? WHAT? Does he think I work all night?
Finally, I get back to sleep. It's hard to get it out of my mind...but finally I do and I dream of a strange house that is deserted and boarded up.
For some reason I'm inside and climbing the stairs to the attic. I reach the top step to open the door and I hear the voice. It so soft I almost don't hear it.
Bam....I pop out of the dream and realize the voice I was hearing was my dog Chanel making little noises to get me up for breakfast.
Rubbing my eyes, I glance at the clock and see I have overslept to 8AM. As I climb out of the cozy bed, my mind skips ahead to my day.
That call! Did I dream it? I grab my cell to check to see if there really had been a message. It was real alright. I first think maybe I shouldn't call so early. I might wake him up. What? He wasn't worried that I would be bothered at 2AM. I write down the number and make the call.
The same male voice picked up the phone. The story spills out that it is a family that wants to tour one house about 20 miles away ...could I set it up for later that day? Without hesitation, I schedule them in the afternoon.
I decide to go a little early.
It's in unfamiliar territory on a street I've never been on in my life. I write down the directions.
As I arrive, the street is deserted except for a mongrel dog digging mindlessly through the dry leaves littering the yard.
I swing my car into the dirt driveway that circles around the front of the house. It's overrun with trees and weeds. One tree was almost growing out of the house.
Can this really be the place? I recheck the rusty number on the mailbox.
Hmmmm...right place alright.
The house with it's windows boarded up looked like it had been vacant for years. I open the lockbox and take out the key. I've done this a thousand times and like routine... I open the lock.
I step inside and my eyes try to focus on the dim surroundings. I suddenly feel a bit alarmed as I see the lights don't work.
That figures, the electric is off! Quickly, I walk through the rooms that have rubbish and filth scraped into disorderly piles. A broken chandelier is in the floor.
Dust and cobwebs cover everything. As I look closer, I realize that all the wood floors are unlevel and slope inward. I vacantly wonder how furniture would work to make you not notice the slope.
I move through the kitchen and decide to go out the back door to see the backyard and porch. While there I make a call to the listing agent to chat a bit about the house. Since I'm early there's not much to do but wait.
Then while we talked, I heard the door bell chime(we BOTH heard it). One of those with 8 bells. I quickly told her I needed to go, because my clients must have arrived even though I knew I had left the front door standing open. I walked back though the house to greet them.
There at the open front door...it was standing open exactly as I had left it.
No one there and not a soul on the street and the dog was gone too.
What the ****! How did the doorbell ring? Wasn't the electric off? There wasn't anyone here to ring it. Suddenly, fear was washing over me.
In that instant...I felt an icy breeze brush the back of my head!
Then, I felt something shove me toward the door like a hand on my arm. Let me tell you... I was out that front door faster than I've moved in my life!!
I decided to wait for the clients out in the car. In about 10 minutes they showed up.
Nice little family that quickly walked through and decided they didn't like the sloping wood floors. Fine with me.
I stayed out front and tried to act normal. I didn't utter a word about what had just happened. I was still in shock!
They left and then I realized I had to lock up.
Totally freaked out, I rushed through the house to get the back door locked. Somewhere upstairs, I heard a door creak... then slam!
Petrified, I tiptoed back toward the front door to get it locked.
My hands were shaking as I could barely put the key back in the lockbox. I ran to my car, got in and locked the door.
I couldn't get out of there fast enough!
What had happened in that house? I'll never know.
Something was still living there in the emptiness. Something sinister.
I found out later it was haunted and many people had mysteriously disappeared after living there.
It's still for sale.
P.S. The house in my post is not the same house (I love the look of it and it has great bones!)but was great eye candy for reliving my story don't you think?
Lizette Fitzpatrick- Principal Broker at Lizette Realty.
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