Creepy things happening

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Creepy things happening

Lately things have not been the same around here. I think this old house is getting the best of me. I love living in the place where I was born and I’m so grateful to my mother for leaving it to me, but…and this is where things get sticky. I think it might be haunted and I think my mother is the one haunting it. I can’t figure out why she’d be doing this to me, but no matter where I put something, I come back and it’s either gone or something else is in it’s place.

Take two weeks last Saturday for instance. Friday night before I went to bed I put my car keys on the shelf right beside the back door. When I went to leave the next morning, there was my good silver pen where the keys should be. I think this was the last straw. No one touches my collection of pens…not even my mother.

Since I was in the seventh grade, I’ve collected pens, fountain pens, ball-point pens and my most cherished is a quill pen…just let my mother touch that one and she’s on her road to perdition with no way back.

Mom was always a practical joker and most of the time a lot of fun. However; she could get carried away sometimes and cause some ill feelings between us kids. She was a hefty woman with a laugh as loud as thunder…and on occasions it wasn’t funny.

One time she made Gary, my younger brother, a peanut butter and jelly sandwich…with onions. He hates onions. And another time she put burrs in the pockets of my jeans. NOT funny, Mom. She put chewing gum on the end of Sara’s braids so they wouldn’t come undone. Like I said, sometimes her practical jokes weren’t always funny and her thunderous laugh made us cringe.

So now I’m wondering if mom could be lurking in my (her) house and what better way to irritate me than to touch my pens. She knew how valuable they were to me. But if she left this house to me, why would she be haunting it? It’s not like there were issues with her death. She got old and died. Simple as that. Not that I don’t miss her once in the while, well, not often, but sometimes. She was a wonderful woman but her thinking was a bit messed up. BURRS IN MY POCKETS, mom? Oh…so not funny.

Well, okay. If mom wants to play practical jokes, so can I. Mom was terrified of mice. So I go to the pet store and buy 2 white mice with the precondition that I could return them after use. And I bought a small cage too. Wow, who’d want these little white varmints running all over the place! I laughed all the way home. I went for the thunder, but figured that would happen later.

That night, since it seems to be my car keys and pens mom it attracted to, I moved all my pens out of the way and put the cage of mice in their place. Then I put my car keys on the self by the door and went sneaking off to bed like a villainess thief in the night.

Next morning I get ready for work and go to see if my keys are still there. NO! My feather pen is in their place. The cage of mice is on the floor and my pens are scattered everywhere. Okay mom, get ready…because this means war!!

I returned the mice and bought a spider…a really big spider. Mom will die when she sees this. Oh wait…she’s already dead, just for some reason bugging the heck out of me. Once your parents die, they’re suppose to leave you alone. Not mine!

Once again I prepare for the nights events. First though, I hide my feather pen but wonder if it’s possible to hide something from a ghost. I remove all my other pens and place the cage with the huge spider on the desk hoping full well mom takes the spider with her cause I hate them as much as her. Putting my keys on the shelf again, I go to bed…not as eagerly as the night before…I’m really worried about that spider.

So…morning comes and what a big surprise. My keys are where I left them and the spider is gone…but not it’s cage, it's door wide open. I think mom out smarted me. Now I know what she was after…she wanted her house back. I have to find another house to live in cause I’m not spending one single night in this house with that creature…the spider I mean.