



It is early evening at the Darkside Tavern, a small Gathering of the usual suspects, there are pleasantries being exchanged, as we all take our places at the roundtable, and right at dusk I hear the familiar sound’s of the limousine rolling to a slow stop as it has come to deliver our guest of honor, drinks are served as Miss Sherry, and Miss Moon look on from their seats as Heide of the blog called “Heidenheimer takes her place, its Saturday night time for another Round.
Hauntings..

My husband and I married almost 15 years ago, and I moved into his big ol 40+ year old home on a hill not far from our little community. My 18 year old son moved in with me, and right off we noticed strange things happening out in our yard, which consists of 5 acres of woods and clearing, and beautiful trees. A three tier bird bath was found down, and it took two of us to put it back together...A huge whiskey barrel full of plants had been moved, and you could see the print it made by moving it. No way, could anybody move this wooden barrel... When my husband and I would go on trips, my grown son would have our dog sleep in the house. After my son left for Austin, we had a huge snow. Beautiful. My husband and I took naps in the den with a fire going... He in his chair, and me on the couch. When we woke up we went to the patio door, and there we found foot prints leading to the entrance of the patio. They traveled one way, and disappeared on our patio. The prints were coming from the woods, and only one set of prints, and a larger shoe than my husbands size 12....We never could figure this one out...The prints stopped both ways. Just stopped.... The closet doors in the guest bedrooms will be open when we get up in the mornings. Once, a diamond necklace I had put in a safe place was found under a wicker table in my bath.....I didn’t wear it often.... You can hear the back door open and close, and no one is there.... Whatever or whoever is doing this is not a harmful being or we would be dead by now....But the presence is there.... My husbands X mother in law lived with them until she died. She did not die in the house. And his sister in law lived with them until she died, and here again, she did not die there. She loved walking the woods and I have often thought it might be her spirit. There is not a week that doesn’t go by that something happens, and we are just use to it, I guess. However, I will not stay here alone. We hear pictures falling and go see, and nothing has fallen. We have things come up missing, never to be found. A little cobalt blue dish; a 6"madonna; My husbands electric tooth brush will start up and not even be plugged in.

We have all had things in our lives that have always crept in behind that place where our reason and logic seems to live. Things that defy logic, things that go on without reason. They are what they are, born to be no more than a shadow of doubt that cast itself just far enough into our paths to make us question what we truly know or do not know about the world that we see around us. And just beyond those shadows where yet another world different than our own seems to hide just out of sight. There at the edge of the Darkside.

