I see dead people. And understand what dogs say too.
My husband didn’t know this about me when we got married because we really didn’t know each other that long. He proposed on our 3rd date and we were married 6 months later in Las Vegas.
He also didn’t know there are many ghosts in my family. Some have been with us since I was a little girl and others are new. They hang out and tell us all sorts of stuff. Not by talking, but with signs.
We told my husband about them and he didn’t believe us, but he didn’t necessarily not believe us either.
We rented a ranch house in a suburb of Denver with my mom, sister, brother, and cousin. It had a big finished basement where my cousin lived which had a bedroom, bathroom, and entertainment room. The front room had different paint and wall paper trim on every wall. It was a strange home with a creepy factor.
There were events that took place in the home which made it unsafe for us. Here are a few of those events.
1. One night while we slept, my husband shook me to wake up. “What do you want?,” I said. “There’s a little boy jumping up and down on our bed,” he replied. I looked where he pointed and saw nothing. He then told me the boy floated away. I said, “Welcome to my world.”
2. Another night my brother was getting ready to go to bed. He wanted to ensure that we all knew he was wearing his watch to bed. Made a real big deal about it. When he woke the next morning, he put his arm up to show us his watch was off. We were like; so?? He explained that he wears his watch to bed and does not take it off. Yet when he woke up, it was on the dresser. I reminded him that when he gets stressed he sleep walks and maybe he did it to himself in the middle of the night and took it off. He said absolutely not, he felt “someone” take it off.
3. We had Super Nintendo setup on the tv in the basement and the guys always played Mortal Kombat on it. One night while playing, they felt “someone” watching them. An evil feeling. The next morning when my cousin woke up, there were toys on the floor in the entertainment room. These were not there before and no children lived in the house with us.
4. I came home from work one day and walked through the front door, put my keys and purse on the table next to the door, and kicked off my shoes.
The doorbell rang and I answered it. No one was there. Must be ding dong ditchem, I thought.
I closed the door and turned around to walk away. Only took one step away from the door. The doorbell rang. I was right there and answered it. No one was there.
I grabbed my keys and purse, ran out the door barefoot, left the door wide open, and drove away from the house.
I drove around the block until someone came home.
It was my brother and cousin that got home first.
I told them what happened.
5. The landlord told us they had professional cleaners clean the home, but my mom and me didn’t think they did a good job, so we cleaned the house and appliances ourselves.
We cleaned the refrigerator inside and out and put our food in it.
The next morning we woke up and there were dead cockroaches in the fridge.
A few days later the fridge broke and we told our landlord that he had to buy us a new one.
He refused to get a new one and brought a used one.
He cleaned it out in the garage before we brought it in the house.
My mom and me cleaned it again once it was in the house.
We put our food in it and went to bed.
The next morning there were cockroaches in the fridge.
The next day my husband told the landlord about the new problem and told him we were moving out. My husband also told him we wanted our full deposit back.
The landlord said yes.
We lived there only six weeks.
We went to look for a new rental home.
There was an ad for a home big enough for all of us in a different area of this suburb.
My husband and me went to check it out. It was disgusting!
But the owner seemed so sad. He told us his son recently died. Him and his wife had a hard time with their son’s death and wanted to move out of the house because of the memories they had there.
He showed us a picture of his son and it was a boy I knew! Well not while alive. He was a ghost who visited me.
He died in a playground and the police said his cause of death was an accident. But I knew differently.
We told this man that we would clean his house and move in.
So my mom and me scrubbed it down and we all moved in.
Our new landlord allowed pets. So we brought our dog from California to come live with us.
We were happy there.
Our dog even made a friend with the dog next door.
That dog told our dog that it was always left outside and on a chain.
Our dog was sad for her friend. She would sit there for hours talking to the other dog.
How do I know this? Because our dog told me.
Our landlord was a kind man. It was a good home with good memories.
One day the doorbell rang and it was a man and lady we’ve never met. The man handed my husband some papers.
He said we were being evicted.
We said absolutely not, we paid our rent every month.
He asked who we paid and we told him our landlord.
He said our landlord was the owner and he hadn’t paid his mortgage in months!
He said we could pay the mortgage to him.
My husband said nope. He told this man we would live there the next month too, since we paid an extra month for a down payment.
We were sad for our landlord and all he had been through, but knew we had to leave.
Everyone decided to go their separate ways.
My husband and me decided to buy a house. While everyone else continued to rent.
We got a realtor but we weren’t sure where we wanted to live. He suggested we drive around Colorado and see what area we liked.
So we got on 225 and took I25 South.
We got off the highway in a small town named Castle Rock.
We drove to a quiet secluded neighborhood.
We saw a house we liked and called our realtor to make an appointment to see it.
We saw it the next day and loved it. Signed the papers to buy it.
On our move in day, we parked down the street so we wouldn’t look like we wanted the owners to hurry up and leave.
Our dog was in the car with us. It was a hot summer day so we opened the car door to let a breeze in for her.
She jumped out of the car, ran to the house, which by the way she had never seen, and barked at the owners to leave.
How do I know what she barked? Because she told me.
How did we know to go to Castle Rock? Our landlord’s dead son told me.
That night, after we got our stuff into the house, our dog stood at the front door. We opened it and she barked out into the neighborhood.
What did she say? We’re home.
Ladybug Effect 