http://confessionsofadaydreamer.com/2010/02/05/confession-i-bought-a-haunted-house/ Wed, 26 May 2010 17:47:58 +0000 hourly 1 http://wordpress.com/ http://confessionsofadaydreamer.com/2010/02/05/confession-i-bought-a-haunted-house/#comment-25 amy hutch Wed, 21 Apr 2010 16:47:03 +0000 http://confessionsofadaydreamer.com/?p=144#comment-25 You can search the title history of your house and then search local archives about the previous owners, preferably in some smelly, poorly lit basement of some 200-year-old library. At least, I think that's how it happens in the movies... Libraries are a dying art. The one on 5 mile checks your books out by u-scan computer now, but that's a whole other issue. Just don't contact the stupid kid with a Ouija board, because that's bad news bear. And if small children start talking to things you can't see, or your pets bristle and growl at seemingly nothing, start selling tickets as a tourist attraction. It's like Jesus on a piece of toast... say you have ghosts in your house and anyone who wants to badly enough can see them. My grandparents' house was haunted; I survived, thanks largely in part to a giant bearded collie named Pippin, so dogs are a must, but I notice you have that covered. (For the record, I haven't ever seen Jesus on a piece of toast. I just see dead people. Oh, and if Jesus' face was on my toast, that could be bad, purely because I love to eat and I rarely analyze before I chow down. So if I ever ate your face, Big J., I apologize.) You can search the title history of your house and then search local archives about the previous owners, preferably in some smelly, poorly lit basement of some 200-year-old library. At least, I think that’s how it happens in the movies… Libraries are a dying art. The one on 5 mile checks your books out by u-scan computer now, but that’s a whole other issue.
Just don’t contact the stupid kid with a Ouija board, because that’s bad news bear. And if small children start talking to things you can’t see, or your pets bristle and growl at seemingly nothing, start selling tickets as a tourist attraction. It’s like Jesus on a piece of toast… say you have ghosts in your house and anyone who wants to badly enough can see them.
My grandparents’ house was haunted; I survived, thanks largely in part to a giant bearded collie named Pippin, so dogs are a must, but I notice you have that covered.
(For the record, I haven’t ever seen Jesus on a piece of toast. I just see dead people. Oh, and if Jesus’ face was on my toast, that could be bad, purely because I love to eat and I rarely analyze before I chow down. So if I ever ate your face, Big J., I apologize.)

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