The Haunting of Gaye Gardens

The Unicorn Taco Holder brings all the ghosts to the fireplace.

So last Tuesday night, Gary and I were trying out my new Unicorn Taco Holders that my sister bought me for my birthday. While they are truly magical, they are not terribly sturdy and you have to be really careful with them so that you don't end up with a unicorn taco disaster in your lap. They are more for presentation purposes and make super great cracker holders for parties!

Anyway, we were sitting in the pink living room eating our tacos and watching CNN when we heard some slight banging inside the fireplace. It was kind of windy out so we didn't think much of it. It sounded like something hit the house. This isn’t entirely uncommon because we get noises all the time from squirrels and boxes and whatever other random things are running around the yard.

Then the slight banging became a little louder so I turned down the TV and Gary and I looked at each other. We both gave the “ugh WTF is that weird noise look” because it kept getting louder and closer. Then it turned into Exorcist level banging like someone was trying to get out of the fireplace. Like something was trapped and banging or pounding on the bricks.

Then it stopped as suddenly as it began. So we just shrugged and went back to eating tacos and watching CNN. The strangest part of what happened is that neither of us was ever very scared. It was more weird than anything else. It didn't seem violent or threatening. It was just really loud and odd. Like someone was trying to dig their way out of the fireplace… but the fireplace doesn't go anywhere. It clearly wasn’t the wind or a squirrel or something banging in the attic. Perhaps it was the ghost of the raccoon that I murdered with Castor Bean?

It only took one year and seven months for something haunted to happen.

Now you can disregard my “our house is not haunted” post.