I live in Old Town, Alexandria, Virginia. It's a wonderful historic town with brick sidewalks and ancient houses. George Washington even walked the streets. So it's no surprise that at this time of year, when the leaves turn red and gold, and the wind whips them around my ankles, that I can almost feel the ghosts of days gone by.
I never believed in ghosts until I moved to Old Town. My husband, Mars, and I inherited our house from his Aunt Faye. She was quite a hoot. I bought Mars out when we were divorced, and I admit, I love my big old, historic house. Things happen, little things that I try to blame on my Ocicat, Mochie, and my hound mix, Daisy. They can be pretty rambunctious, but the truth is that I know they're not causing the picture of Faye over the fireplace to slide off kilter.
In every neighborhood, maybe yours, too, there's a creepy house. In my neighborhood, it's Mordecai Artemus's house. It's actually a gorgeous mansion with a wonderful porch that wraps from the front around to the side. But it's still creepy. I never see any lights on because Mordecai keeps heavy curtains closed all the time. He's a recluse who hardly ever ventures out. There are rumors that he roams the streets of Old Town at night. Even worse, some people say he murdered his wife and stashed her in the house somewhere. Wolf, my boyfriend who happens to be a cop, says Mordecai is fearful and often alerts the police to noises when he thinks someone is trying to break in. It's never true. Our neighborhood is actually quite peaceful and safe.
Mordecai ventured out of his house, with his adorable Pomeranian, last year when my sister was getting married. Oof, that's a long story, you can read all about it in The Diva Takes the Cake. But after that, he retreated to his house again, and it remains huge and dark -- and just plain creepy.
Is there a creepy house in your neighborhood? One that the kids run by out of fright?
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