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Back in 1980, my husband Ron and I were excited to be renting a cute little house in Independence, Missouri. He had just gotten a job on a traveling gang with Missouri Pacific. I worked at a retirement facility in Kansas City, and this would be my first real experience "on my own."
The house was adorable it had a nice back yard with all kinds of fruit bushes and trees, and I was very excited to have such a neat little place! The landlady only had one request; although we could use the laundry room and family room downstairs, we were to stay out of the storage area. She still had her late husband's things stored there.
Well, that was no problem at all since as near-newlyweds we had very few things to store at that time. We moved in, Ron spent the whole weekend getting us arranged, and then it was time for him to go! He would be working in southwestern Missouri, many hours away from home. I decided I was going to be a tough cookie, not a scaredeycat, and I would be just fine!
And everything was just fine... until the evening he left! A couple of hours later, I heard a strange and LOUD noise coming from the basement, as though people were moving furniture around! Keeping to my resolution, I took a little walk down the basement stairs to check things out, feeling VERY brave. And I found absolutely nothing! It was odd though - I knew for certain I had heard the noises. I assumed I would find an explanation later, and went to bed.
The strange noises were not so easily dismissed, however! They occurred many times. Sometimes they were different and it sounded like a big box was bouncing down the stairs. I began to get seriously nervous about it. I didn't tell my mom, knowing that I would be the butt of more than a few family jokes! I did tell Ron, who never ONCE heard the noises, and thought I was just scared to be alone.
After about six months of living in our haunted house, we were unexpectedly told we would be transferring to another city in Missouri. My mom came over one weekend to help us pack. Now remember, she had never heard my little story. Imagine my surprise when we left her there in broad daylight, packing away, while we ran a quick errand, only to return and find her waving at us frantically from the front yard!
Yes, Mom had heard the noises too and it scared the bejeepers out of her! I explained the story to her - truthfully it felt great to know I was not the only one hearing things moving around downstairs! Ron now thought we BOTH were nuts.
That night, Mom woke up around 2 a.m. with her night clothing drenched in foggy mist! And no, she wasn't dreaming - she woke me up and showed me the fog! Holy cats, now I was REALLY scared. We turned on all the lights and eventually the fog went away. The fog occurred only in the living room, which was also bizarre!
As we were turning over the keys and closing things up with the landlady, my curiosity got the best of me. I asked her, "I know your husband passed away but do you mind telling me HOW?"
"Oh I don't mind, dear," she replied. "He fell down the basement stairs right here in this house!"
I closed the door behind me and never looked back.
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