The dining room window seat is rattling ... Again! What a scary crazy musical beat...at least it is the middle of the afternoon. This racket usually begins at midnight shocking me out of a deep sleep and warm bed. I NEVER am brave enough in the middle of the night to go look for what is creating that damned noise.
Do I dare look inside? I keep teling my friends and co-workers the dining room is haunted. This always brings peals of laughter, teasing, motions that I am crazy and random cards left for me to call Ghost Busters. No one is ever around to hear that crazy noise coming from the window seat but me...so, they do have a point. However, I expect support from those who know me.
I own a Tea Room, The Rose & Thistle, and a haunted dining room is something that could be good or bad depending on who was seated closest to that window seat when it tunes up and begins what I dubbed "The Window Seat Rag". Luckily, today we are closed and I don't have to experience the horror of clients running screaming from my dining room.
Taking a deep breath and closing my eyes, I slowly raise the lid. Peaking cautiously into the murky depths, at first there is nothing but cobwebs that need whisking away. Suddenly, a tiny staircase appears. What on Earth? That rattling begins as something or someone stomps up those mysterious stairs leading from depths under my house.
Sunlight highlights dust motes as they float into the dining room. Smiling, I am amazed at the sight. "Well, it's about time you raised that lid!" a voice exclaims.
Always I wish you peace, joy and happiness, but most of all I wish you Love.
As Ever, Annie
Do I dare look inside? I keep teling my friends and co-workers the dining room is haunted. This always brings peals of laughter, teasing, motions that I am crazy and random cards left for me to call Ghost Busters. No one is ever around to hear that crazy noise coming from the window seat but me...so, they do have a point. However, I expect support from those who know me.
I own a Tea Room, The Rose & Thistle, and a haunted dining room is something that could be good or bad depending on who was seated closest to that window seat when it tunes up and begins what I dubbed "The Window Seat Rag". Luckily, today we are closed and I don't have to experience the horror of clients running screaming from my dining room.
Taking a deep breath and closing my eyes, I slowly raise the lid. Peaking cautiously into the murky depths, at first there is nothing but cobwebs that need whisking away. Suddenly, a tiny staircase appears. What on Earth? That rattling begins as something or someone stomps up those mysterious stairs leading from depths under my house.
Sunlight highlights dust motes as they float into the dining room. Smiling, I am amazed at the sight. "Well, it's about time you raised that lid!" a voice exclaims.
Always I wish you peace, joy and happiness, but most of all I wish you Love.
As Ever, Annie
RSS Feed
