dcj123 wrote:
ImAnAspie wrote:
I hope I last the entirety of Boo's life - otherwise, who's going to take care of him?
Probably an animal shelter...
No way - I'll look after him, even after I'm gone.
Seriously though, I'm staying in this old, dilapidated fibro house that was built back in the 1940's. A woman lived here and died when she was in her 70's. She had a cat. Me, Boo and some friends I used to have, have all seen her and the cat.
From where my bed is, I can see out the back veranda window and some nights, if I'm looking out that direction, I see the shadow, like a silhouette of someone walking from what I call my spare room into the dining room.
Once, I saw Boo run into the front room and I've gone in there to play a trick on him only to find out he wasn't in there but asleep on his pussycat bag on the back veranda.
At times, I smell perfume and I don't own any. I recognise the smell. I just don't know what it's called.
One day, my friends came around. I wasn't home but they said they saw somthing in the house through the window that made them sh!t themselves and they took off.
I hear things through the night. I know what a house settling from a hot day to a cold night sounds like. It's not that. It's a knocking sound. Usually 3 knocks.
The woman that used to live here was named Joyce Gimbert - don't know what her cat's name was but she died in this house from a stroke and she's still here! So's the cat.
I know this. I've seen it - others have seen it. My friend won't even come back here since seeing that.
Sometimes, I'll be sitting in the loungeroom and I feel like someone is there with me.
I talk to her at times. I don't think she's malicious. I still call it her house but it reminds me so much of the hose I grew up in.
They're going to tear it down eventually an redevelop. That'll be such a shame. This is Joyce's home ...
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