I purchased my first home at age 27 when I was still single. I purchased it in the spring of 2003 from a sweet, elderly widow named Doris, who didn’t have the time or ability to maintain a home and yard anymore. Her husband Arthur had passed away the previous autumn, and she was moving into an assisted living facility.
I moved in with my sweet, elderly kitty Zorro, and set about decorating the home to my liking. It was a peaceful, charming little rambler on a small lot in the middle of town, three rooms deep on each side. The right side, front to back, was living room, dining room, kitchen, while the left side was bedroom, bedroom, bathroom, bedroom (yes I know, that is technically four, but you get what I mean). Running down the bedroom side was a hallway that connected all the bedrooms, with a entry between the living room and dining room.
BEDROOM BEDROOM BATHROOM BEDROOM
……LIVING ROOM DINING ROOM KITCHEN
One morning a few months after I moved in, I was eating breakfast at the dining room table, and Zorro was sitting beside me. I had just gotten up to take my bowl to the kitchen sink, when I saw a shadow about eye level move across my line of vision, from the living room towards the bathroom. I was so startled that I dropped my cereal bowl on the floor, and all the milk made a huge mess. When I got up the nerve to check out the bathroom a few minutes later, there was nothing there.
That was my first experience with the ghost I called Arthur.
I never “saw” Arthur again. But at some point he discovered my electronics. He liked to occasionally turn on the television. But his real joy was the stereo. If it wasn’t on, he would turn it on. And whether or not it was on, he would turn up the volume. WAY UP! (In case you were wondering, the stereo and the TV were both plugged into surge protectors.) After the first couple of severe startles, I got used to it.
Eventually I met Jon, and he moved into my cute, little rambler. When I told him about Arthur, he didn’t believe me. I don’t think he believed in ghosts at all… Jon also thought his stereo was nicer than mine, so he hooked his up. Arthur loved the new stereo! I believe the first time Arthur tried it out was about 12:30 in the morning, and we were both fast asleep! Arthur cranked that sucker up and scared the bejesus out of us! I wonder if he was just trying to let Jon know that he really should believe. But Arthur usually just played around during the day, every couple of months and fortunately never when we had guests over.
And I must say, even with Arthur’s love of music, I never felt uncomfortable in the house. After initially being startled by the loud noise, I didn’t remain scared. I just chalked it up to the goings on of an elderly man who was just waiting for Doris to join him.
Coincidentally, Doris passed away a few weeks before we decided to put the house on the market. I hope Arthur found peace after his beloved came home. After she passed away, the stereo was quiet – unless we turned it on. And the volume stayed where we set it…
Ghost or no? What do you believe?