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Tuesday, January 10, 2006

Family misses home, ghost

Hurricane Katrina costs a family their haunted house. From the Hattiesburg (Mississippi) American:

The call came unexpectedly Sunday night. It was from a representative of the U.S. Army Corps of Engineers. When my wife answered, he identified himself and said, nonchalantly, that our home in Pascagoula would be bulldozed "within the next 24 hours" and wanted to know if we had any questions. snip Along with it was stuff accumulated in 32 years of marriage that can never be replaced. After the storm, we salvaged only a handful of items. Fortunately, earlier last summer we had moved precious family photos and videos to a safe place away from the Coast so we wouldn't have to move them every time a storm entered the Gulf. But many items couldn't be saved: little mementos, hundreds of books that had accumulated over the years, gifts from special occasions that carried only sentimental value. The list goes on and on. But one thing we really are going to miss is the home's ghost. We bought the house, which was built in the 1970s, from a man who everyone knew as Mr. Casey. He sold the house to us because he developed back problems and had trouble getting up and down the stairs. After he moved to his new home, he would invariably show up at our home to give us a key he had forgotten to leave, or a document concerning the heating/air conditioning unit or some other minor thing. We realized his little trips back were actually excuses to visit the house again. Several months later, Mr. Casey died. Almost immediately, things of a peculiar nature started occurring in the house. Doors that were shut suddenly opened. A cold unexplained presence could sometimes be felt in a room. Strange noises were heard. I became convinced there was something other-worldly going on one night as I was in the kitchen and heard someone in the living room. Thinking it was my daughter, who should have been in bed an hour earlier, I yelled at her from the kitchen. I went into the living room, but no one was there.
May Mr. Casey rest in peace.

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