Are they following me?

As I await the proof of the book, I've found myself doing a lot of work to our vacation home in the high desert near Joshua Tree National Forest. Hey I wasn't into the desert until I saw this place and we purchased it. The house is a real fixer upper to the point that I had to break up the buckled slab in the family room and repour the concrete. Yes - I am the MAN!!!

Anyway, one night as I finished pouring the concrete, I turned off the work light and watched the plastic covering the doorway move on it's own. Yes a flashback of what was a daily affair thirty years ago. All the windows and doors were closed and the plastic was moving up at a 30% angle!!

"Welcome!" I said with a smile. It seems like every place I go to a book will fly off the shelf, a lamp will fall over, something of importance falls from a shelf and breaks and now out in the desert - only a mere 170 miles away plastic is raising and falling on its own.

Laughing about this, I talked with my fiance's father the next day. He lives at the property in his own place (we have two) and since he thinks I'm a freak, well why not give him more of a reason to believe so. Of course after he left the room and closed the door behind him, a breeze shot through the bottom of the wall. Yes, in pulling out the carpet and placing Satillo tiles down, there must have been a gap where air was entering the room. Ha Ha. The laughs on me. After grouting in the tiles, the floor was sealed, the Scorpians and spiders that once dominated that room will be there no more!! Hopefully.

So I await the first true paranormal experience at the home, though I am sure hundreds have been going on.


Scott.


An after thought:

The property above mentioned was lived and worked on for forty years by a sweet couple who both died there. Tearing the grounds and house apart and rebuilding it gives me a lot of respect for people who have tolerated over 120 degree temperatures and many freezing winters. I actually do feel there presence.