Old Granny House

When we lived in Des Moines, Ia. my parents lived in Carlisle, Ia. It was maybe a 1/2hr drive. My hubby and I had our 2 children by then and they were just little tikes. We weren't pregnant with our youngest yet. We were thinking about buying a house because we currenty lived in an apartment and wanted to get out of the "ghetto". Trust me, where this apartment was it WAS the ghetto.

I remember it was warmer days and my mom told me she wanted me to go see this house with her. She said it was just a cute little house that would be good as a starter house. It was right there in Carlisle so it was CLOSE and mom always likes that.

We walked over to the house and it WAS cute. It was blue and one level. That was nice. Cute and quaint. I walked unto the property and immediately felt strange. My mom was ahead of me already looking in the windows. I just couldn't bring myself to do this. I could NOT go and look in these windows! I walked around the side of the house and I was quite a ways from the window and the house. I was mustering up the courage to go look and see how cute it was inside.

I walked around to the back of the house and my mother was on the other side. I got the courage to look thru the back door into the mudroom. I put my face up against a window and there was a little old lady staring back at me and not too happy about me looking into the window. I FLEW back, ran towards my mother and screamed, "I know why this place won't sell it's HAUNTED!"

She just started laughing and laughing. I was telling her this was not funny at all. She said, "I was just testing you to see if you still had your skills." Oh what a HORRIBLE trick. I will never forget that.

I guess the story was this old lady lived in the house and she died right in the front room of the house and so people knew someone had died there so they wouldn't buy it.

I told my mother there would be NO way I would buy that house. Not for anything.

I guess I answered my mother's question on whether or not I still had "skill".