oh yeah, the house is now haunted.
Shit you not. Well, just the pool room. Part of the third floor.
Gather round the fire, boys, girls, it's story time
So, we're driving back to State College. Actually, I'm driving, and delighting in the fact that I'm doing 80, my mom hasn't noticed, and I've passed 2 (count 'em. TWO) Staties without getting so much as a second look (minivan's NEVER do 80, after all).
And my little sister, Erin, speaks the following: "Oh yeah, the pool room is haunted (Note: It's called the Pool Room, because there is a pool table there. It was put in a long ass time ago, and nobody ever moved with it because it's an antique and is too big to fit out the door and down the stairs). Couple nights we've heard footsteps and pool balls being hit."
I dismiss this, because Erin may be very book smart (maybe more so than me), but she's also a raving lunatic. She screams if you turn the light out on her, and if you say "snake" she has a panic attack (which is hysterical. At least for me. It's supposedly psychologically damaging for her, but that's okay). I figure she's just being nuts, and my mom maybe too.
So, I watch Adult Swim last night. I quit after Sealab 2021 (Mission Hill doesn't tickle teh funny in me). March up the stairs, make my bed (the sheets were gone. Not the top cover. It was a trap!), and lie down. I lie there for a good while.
Then I hear what sounds like a guy clearing his throat from far away. I dismiss this, it's an old house.
I hear it again. Eh, the pipes are older than my dad.
Then, I hear muffled voices in the pool room, right the hell above me. Okay, that's odd. Then I hear the pool balls knocking together. Okay, that's not right at all.
I go and inform my mother, and little sister (in the room across the entry way), that I'm hearing stuff. Then, I hear the pool balls AGAIN. I inform my mother that she is now grabbing her glasses and getting up. I retrieve my .45 (as Erin pointed out today, what good would it be? Either way, it's comforting being behind good German steel and 10 Golden Sabres. Plus, it COULD be people up there who snuck in without making any noise at all or setting off the alarm, and a kill is, as they say, a kill).
We go up there, me clearing the hall and using cover up the stairs and into the room (good practice for IDPA matches), and find....
Nothing. Not a goddamn thing. Door was open though.
I didn't fall asleep until 0500.
Maybe I should move to my grandparents house for the summer. Their house is 200 years old, and haunted, but at least the ghosts don't make any noise there. I can deal with corner of the eye images and my hair standing on end, after all it does that when I'm forced to sit at the front of a classroom. But people talking above me and playing pool when they aren't fucking there, no, that's not right.
I don't hear anything right now. I do have my .45 though. Who knows. Nobody's ever shot a 230 grain .45 ACP at a ghost before, least that I've heard. If I hit one, I'll post pics.