I had purchased an older colonial home in Stamford, Conn.
It had been put up for sale because the owner had died while
on a trip to Italy and the widow did not want to live in the
large house alone. His wife, whom I had gotten to know
quite well, indicated that when her now deceased husband was
alive, he had a habit of falling asleep (and snoring quite
loudly) during certain events - religious services,
concerts, etc.
While in Italy they had attended an opera at La Scala Opera
House in Milan. As usual, he managed to fall into a deep
SNORING SLEEP during the performance. When they left the
opera house, he turned around to once again have a final
look at the beauty of the structure when he suddenly
sustained a violent, fatal heart attack and died within a
few minutes right on the street.
She put the house on the market shortly after her return
home to Stamford. During one of my visits to explore the
house, she took me to the library, off the living room, and
indicating a recliner chair on one side of the room,
mentioning that her husband used to sit there after dinner
and on some mornings and afternoons and fall asleep. Since
she was moving to a smaller home and did not particularly
want to take the recliner chair, she sold it to me.
It was about a year after we had moved into the house - at
around 10:30 AM that I went into the living room and paused,
thinking that I heard an odd 'snoring' sound. It was
constant and fairly loud and I followed it into the library
and to the recliner chair, although I knew that no one was
there. I went back into the living room, saying to myself:
'oh, of course, the dog has gone behind the love seat and is
sleeping in the library.'
It was at this point that Bridget, our cleaning lady, came
to tell me that the dog had come into the house with wet
feet and had been put her in the basement to dry off.
I deliberately did not mention to her what I had encountered
in the library. (Haitians are sometimes very superstitious
and I did not want to upset her and have her leave.)
I returned to the library three or four times and the sound
finally ceased. It ceased at approximately 11:30 AM - on
the same date and approximate time of the former owner's death.
I never heard the sound again.
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