As I said....I come from crazy. My mother always had the weirdest things happen to her. When she was young she was very beautiful and a nurse to boot. She was also single and lived with some other nurses in a dorm type area that was basically singles apartments. One day her and her roommates came home to find the police swarming their complex. Apparently the girls who lived next door (three stewardesses) had all been murdered during the day while the rest of the complex was at work. Weird....yes! Stranger yet, two nights later mom was on her way to work to work the night shift. She stopped off for gas just as it was getting dark. Thank goodness for full service at the time as the attendant threw her door open and yanked her out just as some strange guy went darting out the back car door on the other side. The guy likely saved her life. Down right crazy though......was the next week mom and her roommates came home to find their bathroom painted blood red with paint left dripping all over the tub, toilet and sink. Who it was and how they got in was left a mystery but by weeks end, their apartment was without tenants. So are you starting to see the crazy which I speak of?
Then we lived in a house in Wichita. The house was completely surrounded by cedar trees and at night could be fairly hidden from the street. One night after my mom and dad had split up, my mom was rocking my little brother in the living room. I was laying on the floor in front of her and all the lights were out. We had a huge widow that peered out to the side of the house. As I lay there watching my mom rock back and forth, suddenly the room was full of light. Someone was shining a huge flashlight in the window. Within a minute or two the doorbell rang. Mom answered through the locked screen. There was a man dressed in dress pants and a collared shirt standing there. He said he was from the WPD and was just checking peoples windows to make sure they were locked. Mom slammed the door on him and called the WPD to see if they had plain clothesed police in the area. They did not. In fact they had no plain clothesed officers anywhere at the time. They sent an actual officer out to investigate. Upon investigation they found diamond rings, watches, and money in money clips in our cedar trees by the window. They belonged to people three blocks over who had been burglarized in the last week. Was the fake officer and the stolen goods connected? We may never know. Weird? A little.
It was in that same house that as a child I was taking a bath in the hallway bathroom. It was only Mom and I and my baby brother there. As I sat there in the tub a black shadow went past the doorway. You could see the shadow on the wall. It stopped and remained motionless but was the definite outline of a person. At first I thought it was Mom, but then I heard her in the kitchen making supper. The shadow went slowly past the door. No person seemed attached to it and I felt really creeped out. Then within seconds it was back and again....it stopped and remained motionless. I knew something was weird and I held my breath. Then the shadow seemed to move forward as if it was coming towards me. I let out a scream that I am sure the neighbors heard. At that moment......the shadow honestly turned to almost a dust and evaporated. Mom came running from the kitchen to find me screaming hysterically in the tub. I told her my story and I am not sure to this day she believed it, but I know what I saw....I just have no idea what I saw!
Then when we moved back, one night we were at home. We had gone out and came home to our backyard faucet running and water everywhere. Mom figured it was kids and we went in for the night. Then just a little after dark my brother who was about four came flying up the stairs yelling "Ghost....ghost!" Mom was trying to find out what was going on and he kept saying that there was a ghost in the window downstairs. About that time the doorbell rang. Two police officers were at the door saying that the neighbor had called the police saying that earlier they had seen someone on our front porch and that they had just seen someone going around our house. The police insisted on searching the house and searched every nook and cranny. They then questioned my brother about "the ghost." Apparently whoever it was, was outside the window and looking in, wearing a white shirt and smiling at my brother beckoning him to come to the window. Instead my brother ran. Nothing was found but the old familiar creepies were with us all.
Shall I go on? Naw....not today. I will save the rest of the stories for another crazy day. Have you had a few crazy stories of your own? Have any you want to share? If so......that is what the comments are for. I look forward to hearing your stories too. So ends part one of my crazy life. I bet this is a side of Lisaland that you didn't know existed. Ya skeered yet?
Here is hoping that you have a crazy good Wednesday. Happy Wednesday everyone!