Time stood still. But our minds raced.
It was a little after 1 a.m. and we were sound asleep. The kids were all sleeping in their own beds for once ... and Kyle and I in our bed, located right above our two-car garage.
Until we awoke to the sound of one of our garage doors opening.
The loud, unmistakable sound of one of our garage doors. Opening in the middle of the night while we all slept soundly in our bed.
Time stood still. But our minds raced.
Kyle and I both deliriously jumped out of bed ... and said something to the effect of, "What the $%&#?!"
We panicked. Kyle recalls trying to find a pair of pants to put on ... even though he was already wearing a pair of pajama bottoms. Me? I just took off running downstairs after Kyle in my wife beater and underwear.
Meanwhile, the sound of the garage door opening and shutting continued. It was not just opened ... it was opened and closed and opened and closed and ...
Time stood still. But our minds raced.
Kyle ran into our mud room and locked the door that leads to the garage. He then ran out the front door. I thought, what in the hell is he doing?! What if someone is out there?!
I ran into the kitchen ... desperate to find one of our cell phones that had been set down Lord knows where. I turned on every light that I ran past, feeling somewhat confident that nobody had been in the main area of our house since our dog was not barking -- she is crated in that area at night.
Time stood still. But our minds raced.
911. What is your emergency?
As I explained to the dispatcher that our garage door was opening and shutting, I ran to the front door to see what Kyle was doing. He was standing in our driveway ... in a stance that was similar to a basketball player guarding his opponent as he dribbles down the court. The weird thing about watching our garage door go up and down, was that the light attached to the garage door opener was not turning on like it would when in use. Creepy.
Who's in there?!
Get out of the garage!
Who's in there?!
Kyle yelled to me, "Go get me a bat!"
I was thinking ... hell no am I going to find a bat -- I'm going into the kitchen to get the biggest butcher knife we have!
Time stood still. But our minds raced.
I was still on the phone with dispatch as we stood off to the side of our driveway as our garage door continued to go up and down -- just waiting to see someone go running out.
Just as a police cruiser came flying down our street, the garage door stopped -- half way open.
I ran upstairs to get some clothes on, only to find that Payton had woke up. I got dressed, grabbed her and ran outside to find that there were now about five police cruisers outside our home.
During that time, I felt conflicted about leaving Mason and Addison upstairs sleeping. Were they safe? What if there was someone in our house that had snuck upstairs?
Time stood still. But our minds raced.
The police searched our garage. They searched my car, which was parked in the garage. They searched our house -- nothing. Nothing to be found, no indication of what happened.
What in the heck?!
We were completely flustered. The police arrived at our home prepared for a breaking and entering. But there was nothing.
Why was our garage door opening and closing? What caused it to happen?!
No, none of our neighbors have door openers that open our doors. It has never happened before and quite honestly, it was not gonna happen at 1 a.m. in the morning. And even if that had been the case, were they really sitting there hitting the button over and over ... causing our door to open and close and open and close and ... ? No.
Some people that know us well are convinced that our ghost -- click here and here to read more about that -- has made his or her presence known. Some people -- or maybe just me -- try to write it off as a short in a wire.
Really? One too many things have happened here ... yikes. In Kyle's words ... I am so done with this house!
Needless to say, we were wired after this happened. Hello 2 a.m.! As we laid in bed, trying to go back to sleep ... I heard a click. I looked up and realized that our cable box had just turned on. I knew for a fact that it had not been on, because it is exactly where I looked when I awoke earlier to see what time it was. The time was gone ... and the power light was on.
Kyle! Why did our cable box just turn on?!
Seriously -- our house is haunted. Err something.
Until we awoke to the sound of one of our garage doors opening.
The loud, unmistakable sound of one of our garage doors. Opening in the middle of the night while we all slept soundly in our bed.
Time stood still. But our minds raced.
Kyle and I both deliriously jumped out of bed ... and said something to the effect of, "What the $%&#?!"
We panicked. Kyle recalls trying to find a pair of pants to put on ... even though he was already wearing a pair of pajama bottoms. Me? I just took off running downstairs after Kyle in my wife beater and underwear.
Meanwhile, the sound of the garage door opening and shutting continued. It was not just opened ... it was opened and closed and opened and closed and ...
Time stood still. But our minds raced.
Kyle ran into our mud room and locked the door that leads to the garage. He then ran out the front door. I thought, what in the hell is he doing?! What if someone is out there?!
I ran into the kitchen ... desperate to find one of our cell phones that had been set down Lord knows where. I turned on every light that I ran past, feeling somewhat confident that nobody had been in the main area of our house since our dog was not barking -- she is crated in that area at night.
Time stood still. But our minds raced.
911. What is your emergency?
As I explained to the dispatcher that our garage door was opening and shutting, I ran to the front door to see what Kyle was doing. He was standing in our driveway ... in a stance that was similar to a basketball player guarding his opponent as he dribbles down the court. The weird thing about watching our garage door go up and down, was that the light attached to the garage door opener was not turning on like it would when in use. Creepy.
Who's in there?!
Get out of the garage!
Who's in there?!
Kyle yelled to me, "Go get me a bat!"
I was thinking ... hell no am I going to find a bat -- I'm going into the kitchen to get the biggest butcher knife we have!
Time stood still. But our minds raced.
I was still on the phone with dispatch as we stood off to the side of our driveway as our garage door continued to go up and down -- just waiting to see someone go running out.
Just as a police cruiser came flying down our street, the garage door stopped -- half way open.
I ran upstairs to get some clothes on, only to find that Payton had woke up. I got dressed, grabbed her and ran outside to find that there were now about five police cruisers outside our home.
During that time, I felt conflicted about leaving Mason and Addison upstairs sleeping. Were they safe? What if there was someone in our house that had snuck upstairs?
Time stood still. But our minds raced.
The police searched our garage. They searched my car, which was parked in the garage. They searched our house -- nothing. Nothing to be found, no indication of what happened.
What in the heck?!
We were completely flustered. The police arrived at our home prepared for a breaking and entering. But there was nothing.
Why was our garage door opening and closing? What caused it to happen?!
No, none of our neighbors have door openers that open our doors. It has never happened before and quite honestly, it was not gonna happen at 1 a.m. in the morning. And even if that had been the case, were they really sitting there hitting the button over and over ... causing our door to open and close and open and close and ... ? No.
Some people that know us well are convinced that our ghost -- click here and here to read more about that -- has made his or her presence known. Some people -- or maybe just me -- try to write it off as a short in a wire.
Really? One too many things have happened here ... yikes. In Kyle's words ... I am so done with this house!
Needless to say, we were wired after this happened. Hello 2 a.m.! As we laid in bed, trying to go back to sleep ... I heard a click. I looked up and realized that our cable box had just turned on. I knew for a fact that it had not been on, because it is exactly where I looked when I awoke earlier to see what time it was. The time was gone ... and the power light was on.
Kyle! Why did our cable box just turn on?!
Seriously -- our house is haunted. Err something.