There is nothing unusual about the house that you would notice in driving by. It is just a typical older home — built in the early 1950s — on a residential street in Lamar, the town that is probably best known for being the birthplace of Harry S. Truman.
It has obviously been
well maintained over the years, but it has that pleasant appearance of
being preserved rather than brought up to date repeatedly in order to
keep pace with architectural fads and fashions. Those passing by would
never dream that it has a rather unusual feature.
The couple who lives there is sharing their home with a rather active, but not at all frightening, ghost.
Bill and Mary — not their
real names — have lived there for more than 10 years now and became
aware of their spiritual housemate during their move-in.
“What I think is funny is
that the old farmhouse we lived in before moving here looked like it
ought to be haunted, but nothing ever happened there. Then we bought
this one, and it is the exact opposite. We were still moving in when
Bill began hearing footsteps down the hallway when we were both
unpacking boxes in the living room, and when he mentioned them, I heard
them, too. Then on about the third or fourth load, we were unloading the
pickup when Bill told me to look at the picture window, and when I did,
there was a man standing in the living room watching us. There wasn’t
any question of it being a real live intruder. He was hazy looking and
you could see the wall across the room right through him. I could tell,
though, that he had on what looked like jeans and a flannel shirt.”
Their guest, or as Mary
said, “maybe we are the guests,” is rather active, but has not shown any
sign of being anything but curious and benign.
“This is not one of those
horror movie hauntings,” Bill said. “It is more like he is watching
over us than anything else. But for some reason, he seems to spend a lot
of time in the bathroom. We have actually seen him in there maybe four
or five times now, and on two occasions the toilet has flushed when
there was no one in there — no one living, anyway. Once it was in the
middle of the night and once during the day. I don’t have any idea what
that is about.
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