after midnight last night. I’m going to put a word-count widget somewhere around here if they ever start working.I’m sharing this with you for two reasons. One, because it is so stinkin’ cute. Two, because I want to make sure I keep the links so I can look at it every now and then and think, “I would really like to make one of those.”
Those what?
A playhouse to fit over a card table! The first one I saw was here. It includes a garden and an apple tree and all manner of cute cutenesses. Here are two others with crazily adorable adornments.
That is all.
This is a story about one or two not-at-all malicious ghosts. It’s a little bit creepy, but no one gets hurt. Just how a ghost story ought to be.
There’s a house across the street from where I was raised that was built in the 1880s. My mom has lived there on and off throughout her life — when she was a child, again in her late teens, just after I was born and for a few summers when I was in high school. It’s next to a creek, and it’s a lovely place to sleep when the windows are open and it’s warm out. It’s not a good place to sleep in the winter at all, because it’s very, very cold.
Anyway, the house is old and in need of renovation; it looks like a haunted house. According to the local historic society, there was a coffin-making business on the site before the house was there. Local word-of-mouth has it that someone, sometime was hanged in a big tree on the property. And there’s a c. 600 AD Cherokee mound next door. How could this house not be ghosty?
Let’s begin.
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