The Unwelcome Guest – Footsteps

And then came the mysterious footsteps which made me realize Harvey was real.

My son and daughter shared a bedroom at the bottom of the stairs which led up to my stepson’s bedroom. Each had their own twin bed.

One day I came home from work early because of a terrible headache. I decided to lay down on my daughter’s bed because it was much quieter in the back of the house.

Just as I was dropping off to sleep, I heard footsteps coming down the stairs. I jumped up, thinking my stepson might have come home early from school but when I looked at the stairway, it was empty. I walked up the stairs and his room was empty.

I knew the steps I heard were coming down, not going up. The hairs on the back of my neck prickled and I hurried back down the steps and checked the entire house. The front door was still locked and no one else was in the house with me.

I figured I must have fallen asleep and dreamed it. I cautiously laid down on the bed again, but my heart was pounding and my headache was still raging. Then I heard the stairs creaking again. This time someone was going up. I stood at the bottom of the stairs watching…seeing nothing…yet hearing the footsteps continue upward.

I hurried to the front room and laid on the sofa, fear of the unknown taking precedence over my headache. A few minutes later, my stepson came home from school. When I told him what had happened, he said, “It was Harvey. I told you he was real.”

And that’s when I stopped teasing him because I knew there was something supernatural going on in the house.

We decided to move.

We were moving into a house we bought and it needed to have some work done before we could actually move in. Once the paperwork was in place, we decided to go every night to work on it so we could leave quickly.

The next day, I went down to the basement to do laundry. When I stepped on the first concrete step I felt something sharp stab my foot and I heard a scream. I looked down and saw a huge rat which disappeared into the dark.

I went to the doctor and received a tetanus shot and had my foot bandaged. The bite was pretty nasty. My husband put rat poison around the basement and on those basement stairs. The rats had burrowed into the basement and there was a hole where they came in from the back of the house where we’d seen them gathering. If we looked out the back door, we could see many, many rats. Black ones, gray ones, all enormous and ugly. Moving could not come soon enough!

(Part 5 – Final Installment – coming soon)

 

The Unwelcome Guest – Part 3 – Harvey

We added a new member to our family when my stepson decided to live with us when he turned fourteen. my angels and the front doorWe cleaned out the upstairs room for him and he was really happy to have an “alcove” for his bed. Pretty cool setup for a teen, until Harvey made his appearance.

The first night my stepson spent in the room, he came down the next morning and complained about hearing something bang on the wall in his room. He said it was Harvey, the ghost. We laughed, because we hadn’t heard anything, and of course, ghosts didn’t exist. We said it was most likely a squirrel or raccoon on the roof.

Then I began to notice my dresser drawers being opened when I came home from work. Strange. I’d shut them and a day or so later, they’d be hanging open again. Things began to disappear…wash cloths, mostly…stranger still.

One weekend, we came home after being out as a family and found the front door unlocked and standing partially open! I knew I’d locked the door when we left. If you look closely at the door in the picture with my two little angels, you’ll see it has a deadbolt kind of lock.

This happened several times. So one night we decided to test it. We locked the door, checked it, and drove around the block. Just around the block! The door was opened when we arrived back less than two minutes later.

My stepson insisted it was Harvey, his so-called resident ghost, which we still scoffed at.

Days passed and my stepson continued to talk about Harvey. We continued to tease him and make light of the situation. And those rats? They continued to grow in number outside the back door.

Things were just beginning. We should have believed in Harvey’s existence.

(Part 4 – of The Unwelcome Guest coming soon)

 

Box of Memories on A Winter Day

Morning Cup of TeaAs I sip my morning cup of tea, I want to tell you about a box I have. It’s just a small, colorful box with a label of “Our Family,” and filled with pictures.

A few days ago, I pulledĀ it from the shelf becauseĀ I was looking for something specific…those old pictures taken in the house I’m writing about on Fridays.

For the next hour or so, I was swept away as if I’d stepped into a time machine. There were Christmases past, animals who have gone to rainbow bridge, silly hairstyles and clothes, vacations, candid shots, birthdays and weddings. Memories played through my mind, bringing smiles, and I remembered each moment of time when the pictures were taken.

I realize technology has replaced the old way of taking pictures and having film developed. It’s very convenient to pull out a phone and take a picture. We then upload them to share on Facebook, occasionally print one out to put in a scrapbook, but we are missing something vital here.

My children don’t have boxes of pictures to pull out and recapture moments in their children’s lives. They are mostly stored on a phone and deleted to make room for new ones! We are losing the ability to share our family with future generations.

In many ways, we are becoming a people unconcerned with family values, the community of family, and the desire to pass on memories through pictures. It’s a lost art. And it saddens me.

Pictures capture moments of happiness, moments to look back upon with joy. We should all have at least one colorful box of memories to look through on a day when life is not so busy, when children are grown and one is all alone. A box to be treasured and passed on to the next generation. It’s more than a history book, it’s life at it’s best.


 

Verse of the Week from Jeremiah

This week’s words from God come from Jeremiah 30, verse 11.

“I am with you and will save you,” declares the Lord.

With the way the world is right now, I find these words to be a comfort–words I can rely on no matter how things seem to be falling apart around me.

More and more I am remembering that I cannot control things, nor can any human. God is in control now and always. So when fear seeps into my heart, I will remember these words as a promise from God.


 

Weekly Study: Exodus 8-14

For the week of March 19 – 24, please read Exodus 8-14.

Be sure to journal in your notebook or in the margin of your Bible anything that is significant to you. Remember this is a personal study.

We are taking our time and not only reading the history, but listening for what God is speaking to us.