I am missing my little Pony tonight. He is spending the night with his grandma. No clip-clop of his little big feet. Unless I hear them in his room around 2:00 a.m. That happens frequently, but I tell myself that he got up for the bathroom, and it's his actual footsteps. That reasoning doesn't fly when The Pony is 10 miles away from the Mansion.
#1 spent the night with Grandma a couple of weeks ago. Same thing. I heard him walking in the kitchen after midnight. Except he wasn't home. You don't consciously acknowledge these routine steppings and clompings until the stepper and the clomper are not in the house!
There has to be a reasonable explanation. I just haven't found it yet.
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Don't act surprised. You've known that mansion was haunted for years. Why is it that every time a hillbilly builds a mansion, it's creepy and haunted? My friend's hillbilly dad built a mansion when we were kids and it was the scariest place to be at night. Freaky stuff happened constantly, from footsteps upstairs when nobody was upstairs to the tv coming on and changing its own channels, and more.
Mommy Ann,
Well, the haunting actually started about the time Antiques Aficionado H brought home a chest of drawers for the #1 son, before the arrival of The Pony.
It took me about five years to make the connection, though.
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