Would I buy my dream house (on the sea shore and surrounded by woods) within my price range BUT it was inhabited by ghosts? Absolutely NOT. Ghosts and wandering spirits scare the h**l (excuse the pun, please) out of me.
We rented a house, situated in my dream spot, nestled in the woods above a spectacular seascape of rocks, pebble and sandy beaches and breaking waves and low tide treasures. Drinking morning coffee while looking out over the seascape was transforming; the view transfixing at suppertime.
There were drawbacks to be sure. Often water had to get hauled from the old well and heated on the wood stove. The 1920s electrical system faded in and out and crackled. There was the long lane to trudge – scaring grouse that flew up from their hiding places startling me — to get the mail. Our car, a trusted 1965er, regularly got mired in the mud of the lane or the lawn.
But, the biggest drawback was the fact that the previous owner’s son killed the family next door. Our situation at the time was dire enough for us to try it anyway. I was home alone all day in the tiny house – I spent as much time as I could on the shore. I could sense the anger and evil, even if I didn’t see ghosts, only felt their restlessness. Even the glow of the fireflies travelling through the woods frightened me.
We escaped because I found another dream house to rent. I’ve written of it often – our house with the big garden, the winter gathering of eagles and hawks on the tall trees by our door; the sadness and adventure when we left; and the new farmscape of winery vines where once our house and the old fashioned apple tree once were.
I’ll see it when I believe it or something like that is the old adage. For me it was a sense of the presence of unhappy souls and the sadness and madness that permeated the dream house by the shore.
As to the restless spirits of our rented house by the sea — I hope they have all found peace, calm, and foregiveness.