The House on Haunted, I mean, Mint Hill.

So I'm convinced there is something in this house. I've never really been a believer in that kind of thing but after months of creepiness, I'm pretty darn sure and pretty darn over it.

Let's start by saying that I didn't notice anything for the first few months living here. After awhile I started getting a general feeling of uneasiness at night, but I'm a total wuss in the dark so I figured it was just me being a dork (and it may have been). But one night I was asleep and our overhead light in our bedroom just turned on by itself. It's a pull chain light on a ceiling fan, and you have to pull it to turn it on obviously. I heard the click of the pull right as the light came on. Freaked me the hell out. Nothing happened for another month or so until one night I woke up randomly. I decided to check Liam's monitor since it has a temperature gauge and when we run the heater it tends to overheat his room. When I flicked it on I noticed he was standing in his crib. Just standing there. Staring towards the door. I couldn't see the door due to the position of the monitor but he was staring at something. He kept drifting off and his head would droop, then it would pop back up. And every once and awhile he would point. It was the creepiest thing ever. I have no idea how long he was standing there before I turned on the monitor. I woke Shaun up and told him to go in there because I sure as hell wasn't. He thought I was ridiculous (he doesn't believe in this stuff) so he went in there and told Liam to go back to sleep. He said the hair stood up on the back of his neck as soon as he walked in there. Liam went back to sleep no problem.

Following that there were a few instances of Liam pointing at a particular corner in the ceiling and chattering, saying "Nana!" and a string of unintelligible toddlerness. He also randomly wakes up during naps or in the night and talks, then says, "NO!!! NO!!!" like he does when I try to make him eat something he doesn't want to. He always goes back to sleep.

I came home from work a few weeks ago and Shaun told me at the dinner table, "I wasn't going to wake you up the other night and tell you because I know you'd freak out and not go back to sleep, but I saw something. I was laying in bed and couldn't sleep, and just happened to glance at our door where it's cracked open. A shadow passed in front of it, like someone walked down our hallway past our door. I thought I was seeing things so I kept watching, and then there was this weird shimmering, kind of like the heat rising from the street, and it stayed there. I kept staring and it didn't go away, so I turned over so I wouldn't have to look at it. When I turned there was this weird black blotchy thing on our ceiling by the fan, but it's too dark in our room for me to really tell what it was." I was like, "well, then what?" He said, "what do you mean, then what? If it's ghosts what the heck am I gonna do about it? I closed my eyes and went to sleep." Sometimes I wonder if something is wrong with the fear section of his brain, because really, who the hell just closes their eyes when there is creepiness outside your door and hovering over your head???

The latest episode was last week or so. We were sitting on the couch and I heard this metallic sound behind me. We have a giant oil pan propped up against the wall that Liam uses as a magnet board (classy, I know.). The sound came from that thing, and it sounded like a magnet being dragged across it. I tried to reason that it was a bug that flew into it and slid down, since this place is a freaking insect jungle and they get inside all the time. About 3 minutes later there was 3 loud distinct pounding sounds in the kitchen about 10 feet away. It actually sounded exactly like ice dropping in the ice machine in a freezer. Except we don't have one. And it was LOUD. Really loud. And it was rhythmic, not clattering like something falling. It sounded like a fist being banged on our refrigerator door. I tried to make Shaun check it out but he bailed and went to bed, with the excuse that he didn't want to know what it was. So there I sat, alone in the living room, freaking out that there's something on the other side of the kitchen wall. I pondered for a minute, trying to figure out what the hell to hit a ghost with (my fist? a crucifix? my soul???) then gave up and inspected the kitchen. Nothing was amiss. I still have no idea what the hell it was.

All I have to say is I can't wait to get out of the lease. And most likely have to move into another haunted place since everything here is old. Sigh.