This past weekend my seven year old grandson spent a few days with us. Sunday night my wife and I were in the bedroom while my grandson was playing in the living room. He came running into the bedroom and told us that he was scared because he kept hearing a scratching noise and couldn’t figure out what it was.
My wife and I quickly looked at each other, only a little surprised. We were quite familiar with that sound as we had heard it ourselves quite a few times. To us it sounded like something was in a box or behind a wall trying to scratch or dig it’s way out. There are no mice or rats here and there is nothing that could explain away the sounds.
Awhile back we asked one of our neighbors if anything strange had happened in their apartment. We did not tell her anything about what was happening in ours. She told us about an old lady that visited her and her husband from time to time. When they first saw her they were in bed. The woman felt something moving and looked up to see an elderly woman sitting at the foot of the bed. She nudged her husband and pointed toward the old lady. He saw her too!
We also learned that there was a small country cemetery that used to be where the apartments are now. Most of the graves were relocated about 20 years ago, but there are still a few left up on the hill behind us.