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After we moved to Oklahoma in 1967,
we lived in a small cheery house by a park for a while, and then
later moved to an old house across town. Dad had made a deal
to buy the old place, complete with a fenced in back yard, so
we could at last have a dog. There was a large attic that may
have had a room in it, and a basement large enough to accommodate
the H.O. train layout I had always dreamed of building! However,
we were not to occupy the house long enough for me to check out
the attic or think of building a model railroad. Excitement ran high as we made plans for the old house, and everything was just fine until we got moved in and settled down to normal living. As you walked in the front door, you were in the living room. Mom and dad's bedroom was on your immediate right and mine was the next door on the right. Both bedrooms were entered from the living room. My bedroom had only one window and it had neat Cape Cod style shutters over it. The only problem was, it only looked into the garage that we never got around to using. Every night when I would try to fall asleep, I would hear the sound of someone walking across the living room. Several times I got up and called out to my parents to see if they were up, but usually found them sound asleep. At first I was frightened, then after awhile I got to where I would just pull my pillow over my ear to keep from hearing it so I could get some sleep. We never knew what was making the sound, but I was glad that for some reason, still unknown to me, dad cancelled the purchase contract of the house. This is a true story by Calypso. |