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The Green Room
Part One
By: Lisa Wilson lisa@foxinternet.net
I am submitting a ghost story which happened to me the year my daughter was concieved. I will write this story in parts as each section will bring the readers closer to the truth within the haunting and maybe allow you to make your own conclusions. PART I
My former husband, let's call him Dick (no pun intended) and I were about to move from the Northern California area back to our home state of Washington. I was 3 months pregnant at the time.
We went to Washington for a weekend to stay with my mother and look for a place to rent, as it was 2 weeks prior to our upcoming relocation. Dick had just quit his job in Northern California and he supposedly had a new position as a lumber broker in the Washington area, or so he led me to believe. He informed me that lumber brokers make "BIG" money.
Dick was no help at all in trying to help me locate a home to rent. He spent his time sitting on the couch, with a beer in one hand, cigarette in the other, reading the help wanted ads in the newspaper, deeming that he was over qualified for all the positions being posted. It never occurred to me that he was in reality hunting for a job, himself. Remember, he was going to earn "BIG" money as a lumber broker, or so he had me believing.
That whole weekend at Mom's, I searched through rental magazines, the newpapers, referral services even friends in finding a house to rent, but I was having no such luck, until I happened across one particular add in the newspaper. It was in a rental section with houses out of our financial league, but I was desparate.
The location of the rental house was a bit out of the way in regards to Dick's work commute, but the 3,000 sf home renting for $400 (no kidding), in a prestigious neighborhood, with good schools, on three quarters of an acre of manicured land was too good to be true. I knew my guardian angels were watching out for me and the baby-to-be. Or I was being taken for a ride. As I found out, it would be one of the rides of my lifetime.
We met the real estate person at the house. It was a gorgeous white rambler, surrounded by roses of all shapes and sizes, nestled within a wooded forest, all on a block of its own--no surrounding neighbors. That was a plus as when Dick drank a little too much (which was all the time), all Hell broke loose.
Before we enter into the home, I suddenly got an unusual sad feeling. Although my mother thought my marriage to Dick was sad enough, this feeling I experienced had over come my senses with unrest. I attributed this thought to the move, my recent pregnant condition and my inner sense that something was not right with Dick and his new-found profession.
The inside of the house was like a palace. Custom mahogony book cases lined the walls of the den, skylights lit up the open, oak beam ceilings, white plush carpeting flowed throughout the rooms, leading down the hall to the four large bedrooms. It was a dream come true and only $400. Maybe things are looking brighter for my unborn child and myself, and maybe even Dick. That is all I prayed for.
As I walked down the hall, I noticed that one of the bedroom doors had a lockset and was boarded up with bars. I peeked into the room, wherein I felt a chilling cold in the air blast past my face, and I noticed that the carpeting in this room had changed from the continuous white plush to that of a dirty, matted green color. Thus, the room was named "The Green Room".
I turned on the light to get a better sense of the room, but discovered that there was no light outlet affixed in the room, and in addition to the bars on the door, there were also bars affixed to the bedroom window. Again that strange feeling overcame me. I called to the real estate agent to question her.
"Why are there bars and locks to the exit areas of this room, no lights, and why did the owner not replace the carpeting in this room?" The real estate agent had no answer for me, but looked down at the floor, hemmed and hawed and shuffled her feet a lot. I also asked her another question that seemed to take over my brain. "Was the owner having a hard time renting out the place and was that the reason for the low rent?" Again, she hemmed and hawed, but never gave me a direct answer. Another thought popped in my mind, as I internally knew the answer. "Did the person who owned the home die here? Did he pass away in the home?"
The agent then told me that an old man had lived in this home, and had been quite sick. He had passed away, but that was all she knew. His children were renting the home out and it had been sitting vacant for the past 9 months. The prior tenants had rented the home for only about 6 months before they moved on. That was all that she could or would tell me.
Nevertheless, with excitement and high expectations for the future, I put the down-payment and first and last month's rent on the house as Dick forgot to bring his check book with him, and we rented the house with a move-in date of 2 weeks.
Then a strange thing occurred our first night back in California. It must have been about 2:00 a.m. As I lay in bed thinking about the excitement of the birth of my child, the financial security of Dick's new job, the possible rebirth of our strained marriage of 2 years, and the gorgeous house we had just leased, a panic seared through my chest.
"Oh shit" I gasped as I jumped up in bed, hands pressed against my trembling chest. "Dick, we just rented a haunted house."
Dick rolled further away from me in bed mumbling, "Shut up! I'm sleeping. don't be stupid."
Stupid or not, from that moment on, I knew we had rented a house occupied by a ghost. Why he was there, I did not know, but I was soon to find out.
Wonderful story Lisa! I'm sure that everyone's just like me right now, barely grasping the edge of our seats in anticipation of Part 2. Thanks for being our first story to premiere this site. This earns you a spot in our "Hall of Fame" . I'll post that soon.