My New Home

I moved into my house about 2 1/2 years ago. The owners before me were the original owners, and had lived in the beautiful character home for 60 years. The husband had died years before in a nursing home, and the wife lived in a seniors home close by.

When I moved in there was quite a bit of work to be done. I painted every wall, pulled up the carpet to show the gorgeous hardwood, replaced the flooring in the bathroom and kitchen, and added new fixtures and lighting. It was a grueling job, but well worth it! I had kept the original character of the home, and added my own personal touches and style.

As I settled into my new home, I got the news that the wife had passed away. It was strange...I felt like I had come to know her after re-decorating her (my) home. I attended the funeral, and soon after began having strange dreams and feelings.

I THINK they were dreams. Almost every night I would get this feeling as I was falling asleep that there was an older woman watching me, tsk tsking me for not covering up my feet. It was almost as though she was concerned that I was going to catch a cold if I didn't cover up. Then, in the middle of the night, I would get up (mind you, I live alone) and literally tip toe around my house to go to the bathroom, or get a drink. Why was I tip toeing? Because I didn't want to disturb the people in the living room.

Somehow, in my mind, I was convinced that there were people having a small gathering in my living room. I couldn't see them or hear them, but they were there. I would even go as far as to put on a housecoat before I would leave my room to venture into the rest of the house so they wouldn't see me in my pajamas. Sometimes, I would get up and close my door. In the morning, I would wonder why my housecoat was on the foot of my bed...or why my bedroom door was closed. Then I would remember the "party".

It happened almost every night for about a year. Sometimes the "party" would be in the living room...sometimes it would be in the basement. Either way, I wouldn't want to disturb the guests. My feelings are, that the original owner is watching over the home she raised her family in, and feels very comfortable in her (my) home. Comfortable enough to invite her friends over in the evenings. It's not scary, rather comforting to know that she may see me as one of the family.