Yesterday, a woman with her granddaughter and a Yorkshire terrier pulled into my neighbor’s driveway. I was cleaning my pool. She asked how I liked living here. I explained that I do.
Her parents, the Roots moved into town in the mid-1930’s. She was familiar with the name Weatherford…played with Weatherford kids as a child. She remembers Harold. They’re the same age.
Her parents moved into my house in the late seventies. Her mother died here. She remembers talking to her mother briefly that day. It was obvious she had regrets…more than thirty years later.
Her father loved the house when he moved in with his wife. After she passed, he didn’t like it anymore.
The house was already haunted when they got here.