Hold on tight, I have a tale of mystery, foreboding and suspense for you all this Saturday morning.
This story I am about to share will make Roy Croppers shenanigans in Corrie seem like a kids fairy tale.
(Ok, I might be building this up to something it’s not, but I’m taking some dramatic licence!)
First of all, do you believe in ghosts? Cos’ I’m beginning to think that the H household might have a resident ghoul, who has a very funny sense of humour. In the mischievous sense.
Lately, things seem to go missing in our home. I had put this down to the fact that as the H house is run by a 3 1/2 year old and 20 month old (Mr H and I only pretend to be in control) that the smallies are hiding things on their Mama.
For the craic.
So that while Im running around the house looking for my phone, keys, remote control, book, sanity they are free to get up to whatever mischief that takes their fancy while I’m otherwise preoccupied.
Evil genius’s.
But now, there have been a few incidents that no matter how hard I try I cannot lay the blame at their tiny, cute feet. For eg our car sat nav is gone. For the life of me I cannot work out how/where it disappeared to. We’ve had no break in at home or in the car. But overnight it just disappeared.
Then recently we have had the mystery of the missing sandals. Annie, my best friend had been visiting with her gorgeous children and when packing to go home, a new pair of very pretty sandals belonging to her daughter had gone missing. Cue much tearing of the house apart by all but no matter where we looked they had simply vanished into thin air.
I promised I would continue search after they left and sandals would be found. By hook or by crook! So next day I swept, hoovered, mopped every floor. Reorganised the playroom. Sorted through the hot press, all in all a day of domestic bliss (yeah right) of which I was sure, the sandals would appear. But nope, not a sign of them, nada, although fairs fair, I did manage to find €5.64 and two juicy tube lip glosses down the sofa.
About a week later we awoke and what was sitting in the middle of the floor in the office, bold as brass? Only the missing feckin sandals. Spotless I might add so whomever had been using them wasn’t jumping in any muddle puddles or the like.
And just this week we have had a real puzzler. Mr H and I had a 24 hour trip to the UK and the evening before our flight we went to ‘the drawer’, the holder of all important documents including passports. And Mr H’s passport was missing. More tearing of the house apart searching for it and eventually when all avenues for possible location of passport were exhausted, we fell into bed with the realisation that the trip to the UK was in jeopardy.
The next morning I get up, despondent, walk to ‘The Drawer’ and whats sitting on top of drawer, minding its own business, only the fecking passport!
Now both Mr H and myself had searched said drawer several times each. So I can honestly say it wasn’t there the night before. How on earth it just reappeared I’ll never know. Either ways, the relief that it turned up was huge. Trip to UK was made and a great time had by all. More on that trip some other time …..
So my conclusion is we’re haunted.
Yep, facts must be faced, the H household has a resident ghost. We do live next door to the local graveyard, so maybe the odd evening the residents there get a little bored and decide to come visit the neighbours.
Feckers.
So do you believe in ghosts? Have you a terrifying tale to share? If you do please share, I’d love to hear!
Have a great weekend,
Carmel xx
