Betrayal in Wood and Stone

Ok. First, a warning.

For those of you who haven't yet heard about how... let's say "supernatural" my interests are (I.E. ghosts), then you may want to visit my other xanga, Ghosties_N_Telepathy, for a little background in that area. It's not required reading, just a little info about yours truly.

The following post contains some content that some readers may find uncomfortable, or may lower my standing in certain readers' eyes. Please, if you normally find yourself scoffing in disbelief or cringing away whenever the topic of ghosts or the like is brought up, don't continue on. For both of our sakes.

Now, for the rest of you.

Before I moved to Columbus the second time, we had a few houses in mind--This house, and two houses downtown (which were actually a block and a half away).

Today was my uncle's birthday. We brought him over here, to spend the evening with us, because he lives alone in an apartment about 3 miles away. When we took him back home, I suggested that we just take some weird way home--I was just bored. We eventually settled on just driving up Franklin Street... it was only a block away, so why not?

Both of the downtown prospective houses were on Franklin Street. We passed the first one... Well, I'm pretty sure we did--It was dark, and I don't immediately recognize it, because it's kind of inconspicuous and in the middle of the block. When the next one came by, I could actually see it, and gave it a good look. I really wanted to move there... *sigh*. Then I looked up at the second floor window in front. That achingly familiar uncomfortable feeling went off in the back of my head--the feeling of something that didn't belong, for lack of a less cliche term, in this world. Damn it, that house was haunted. HOW didn't I ever notice that? I went in the house numerous times, enough times to get a good feel for the place. How didn't I notice that it was haunted before?

I had chills up and down my spine the rest of the way home. I don't usually get that when I feel ghosts... But I did today. I suppose it was because I was so close to moving in there, so close to subjecting myself to that without even knowing it. Not that I couldn't handle it--I've spent the night in such houses without problems--but the prospect of being caught unawares... Getting up in the middle of the night to get a drink of water, which I sometimes find myself doing, and suddenly walking into this energy. I would flip out.

So, I'm kind of feeling a kind of.. betrayal. Betrayal by the house itself, for being haunted and not telling me, and betrayal by my own senses, for not even noticing that something was there.

That's just freaky.