Ghosts in the House

So last night was pretty windy, which meant that there was all kinds of things going bang and thud in the dark.

At first these sounds didn't worry me too much: it's usual for an old, run down house to make sounds like that. Although it did occur to me that Charlotte and Horry might be adding to the noise as well. But since they're both so incompetent at the whole haunting thing, the presense of the ghosts last night didn't worry me.

That is until I heard Charlotte chuckle.

Suddenly Charlotte became a lot less incompetent and a whole lot more threatening. If she managed to chuckle in such a sinister way, who knows what else she's capable of.

My first instinct when I heard Charlotte's chuckle was to leap out of bed and barricade my door.

The only reason why I didn't was because it was too cold to actually get out of bed. Plus I'm sure that I would've drawn attention to myself with all of the noise I would've made barricading my door. Better to remain still and quiet and hope that Charlotte just passes by without doing anything undue.

And then it occurred to me that barricading my door against a ghost is a pretty futile act. It's not like that's going to stop a ghost from just drifting through my wall or door.

Ghosts & the Can Opener

While I was once again struggling to properly open a can with one of the numerous can openers in the house, I couldn't help wondering why the hell none of the numerous bloody things in this house can never open a can properly.

Trying to pry open a can that wasn't opened properly is how I almost sliced the pad of my right index finger off. So naturally, I'm put out more than ever now by the sketchy opening job the can openers always do when a can is trying to be opened.

I've never had this problem with can openers before ... except with blunt ones, but they don't really count as can openers, do they?

And most of the can openers in this house are almost brand spankin' new! So there's no reason why they shouldn't be opening cans cleanly and properly.

The only logical conclusion why the can openers aren't doing their job properly?

Horry and/or Charlotte!

One or both of those ghosts are possessing the can openers when they're being used, and ensuring that the cans aren't opened properly.

And this whole time I thought that they were ineffective as ghosts!

Sure, the whole possessing the can openers things is weird and unheard of as far as hauntings go. Also not all that scary to begin with. But it does get the job done for them; we're hugely put out, and run the risk of seriously injuring ourselves trying to open the cans with our bare hands (and suddenly the whole can opener haunting thing seems a whole lot scarier than it did a few seconds ago). Plus, because of how unusual it is, it's less likely to draw attention to their devious little plot.

Pretty tricky of Horry and/or Charlotte! But I caught on to them in the end. Now I've just got to figure out how to put a stop to these actions. A circle of salt around each can opener should do the trick ... unless there's already a ghost in the can opener! Then I'll just be trapping the damn thing in there.

This is going to require more thouhgt ... and possibly the continuation of watching Supernatural to get some ideas on how to deal with ghosts.

Beanbag Beans

The other day some bloody genious let out all of the beanbag beans from the beanbag, and ever since then it's been a constant battle to rid the house of the bloody things. Vacuming the house daily doesn't seem to make a difference; they reappear almost immediately afterwards.

The house hasn't been vacummed in a couple of days, so it's getting over run by the accursed beenbag beans at the moment. They're even in the shower!

But it's not the overwhelming amount of beanbag beans that has got me all worried and concerned; keeping their numbers down is easy enough, and there's only a finite amount of them in the house. So the battle against them will some day end.

What has me concerned is the fact that I just watched one roll across the lounge room floor of its own accord. All of the doors and windows are shut, and the carpet is covering the massive gap between two of the floor boards, so there's no obvious source of wind to propel this one beanbag bean across the floor.

This suggests to a couple of possibilities;

One, Horry and/ Charlotte have re-emerged with the idea that it's been too long since they've haunted this house ... once again, showing weak haunting abilities.

Or two, that beanbag bean is possessed and is recruiting more beanbag bean mates to build an army of beanbag beans to attack us in retaliation for being vacummed.

Either way, I'm concerned about the possible outcome. Especially since I've now lost sight of the moving beanbag bean.

Our House; The Haunted House

Yeah, so I'm beginning to get worried about this house. It's getting a little hinky here, I think. The two or more ghosts haunting the place are seeing to that.

I just don't know how long it has been haunted.

Weird things were happening here before I moved in. Those same weird things also stopped just before I moved in. Nothing weird happened again here until after Halloween 2008.

Our 2008 Halloween party included an excursion to the old Ballarat cemetary, where a very drunk attempt at calling up the dead took place. Since nothing actually happened, we poured some punch onto the grave as an apology for disturbing the deseased's peace.

Our peace offering wasn't accepted. Maybe we should've used something better than the very strong Res style punch we were drinking at the time.

But after the 2008 Halloween party weird things started happening in the house again. Nothing concerning. Just the TV or radio just randomly turning on in the middle of the night, and a door occassionally opening or closing for no apparent reason.

Pretty average stuff. Nothing that spooked us. But these events did make us aware that Horry had followed us home from the cemetary.

We've been ignoring his attempts to spook us since then. He's been about effect at that as the ghost in the toilet was until Pete Twist gave him a pep talk.

But now it seems that Horry is stepping up in the world of haunting; he can now flush the downstairs toilet ... don't know why he doesn't flush the upstairs one instead, though. However, this is more of an annoyance than spooky. It costs us money every time he flushes. Not to mention the water he's wasting.

Although the random downstairs toilet flushing can be ignored. What is really giving me cause for concern is that Horry seems to have brought back a few of his wee lil' ghostie mates with him from wherever he's learning to be a more effective ghost.

At first I thought I was imagining these spectres. I seem to be the only one noticing them, if the complete lack of my housemates saying anything about seeing them is anything to go by.

But then Tomas saw something. I don't think he's quite aware of what he saw, since he thought it was his cat Shego, until I pointed out that she was behind him, and not in my bedroom.

Yeah, the latest ghost sighting is in my room. So unbelievably not cool.

Last night, I kept seeing the top of the head of something pacing beside my bed under the window. Since I was half asleep whenever I saw it, I told myself that it was a sleep muddled figment of my imagination, and that was that.

Then, this morning Tomas was trying to get Shego out of my room. He apparently saw her moving in there, and told her so. Just after he said that, Shego emerged from under the couch in the lounge room.

So I have no idea what he saw in my room. Probably the same thing I was watching last night.

Needless to say, I have some concerns about going to sleep in there tonight now.