http://www.blogigo.co.uk/Mick My house really is haunted - I think. I'll tell you about it here... en Mick2 Mick2 Sun, 23 Jan 2005 15:32:37 +0100 daily 1 Four years ago, I lived in London with my wife Mary and our two children. I’m originally from just outside Liverpool , but had moved south as a teenager 15 years earlier. Mary wasn’t a southerner either, but we were settled, all our friends were nearby, the kids were in a good school and we were all happy. Then, we decided to move ‘up north.’ The reason – another baby on the way, meaning less income and no chance of buying a bigger house without taking a mortgage even more crippling than the one we already had. I was doing two jobs, Mary was doing one, we had a smart three bedroom place which was okay for four people, too poky for five. If we moved, I could go back to working a normal week, Mary could stop working altogether, we could get a bigger house and have a much smaller mortgage. Plus the kids would get to see their grandparents more than twice a year. It was a no-brainer, even though leaving behind good friends and fond memories would be wrenching.   A job... Sun, 23 Jan 2005 15:32:37 +0100 http://www.blogigo.co.uk/Mick/Incidences-1-2/3/ http://www.blogigo.co.uk/Mick/Incidences-1-2/3/   Actually before I go into this, I should just set things out straight first of all. This isn’t a story, a novel, a tale or a fiction, it’s really all true. Honest it is. Also I’m not a frustrated hack or a wannabee book writer – my poor syntax will support me on that. This is just the recounting of genuinely odd ongoing events witnessed by my family since moving into our house. I’ll bring you up to date quite quickly with my next few entries, and then I’ll post any ‘events’ as and when they happen. My ghosts tend to vanish for periods of sometimes a couple of months; if they could work to a diary life would be so much easier.   Sun, 23 Jan 2005 01:13:50 +0100 http://www.blogigo.co.uk/Mick/Ghosts-in-the-Cellar/2/ http://www.blogigo.co.uk/Mick/Ghosts-in-the-Cellar/2/ I didn't know my house was haunted when I bought it, on a grey and soggy Northern morning four years ago. I should have known, because someone publicised it in no uncertain terms, and in a place so obvious that only the most blinkered fool of a house-hunter could miss it. But I missed it, so I didn't know. I was in a rush, I had things to do, I had two members of my family in hospital 250 miles away, and I had an appointment to keep. I didn't read the sign. And yet, no matter that the house was haunted, because even if I had of known I would have bought it anyway. And that's because just like everyone reading this blog right now, I don't really believe in ghosts and ghouls and spectres and stuff; I'm sensible, I'm educated, I'm atheistic and shrewd enough to spot a rock solid bricks and mortar giveaway. I'd have sneered, Ghosts? Do me a favour! Walking bed sheets and kids being swallowed by TV sets? - go get a job! See, sceptical that's me. At least, that used to be me. Ask me now,... Sat, 22 Jan 2005 23:11:23 +0100 http://www.blogigo.co.uk/Mick/Haunted-House-The-Ghost-in-the-Cellar/1/ http://www.blogigo.co.uk/Mick/Haunted-House-The-Ghost-in-the-Cellar/1/