The Ghost Finally Gave Up The Ghost  

SensuousWoman3 56F
900 posts
9/10/2006 7:41 am

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The Ghost Finally Gave Up The Ghost

A week ago today, I disconnected the wiring on my doorbell. I was going to write a blog thanking everyone for their help, but I was way too tired. That night I went to bed about 10:30 p.m., as I had slept less than 8 hours in the three days prior and not so well in all the weeks preceding the ghost blog. I was relieved to go to sleep that night knowing that worn out wiring was the cause for the doorbell ringing at odd hours.

I wasn’t asleep for long when I thought I heard the doorbell ring. While I remember the thought of “Oh, my God, don’t let this be happening…” running through my head---and also thinking, “They’ll never believe this!” I did not get up and I did not become overly alarmed as I told myself my mind was in overload and I was imagining things. I told myself I was hearing “phantom ringing”. It took me a few minutes, but I pushed the thought away. I do remember either thinking or dreaming somewhere around 3:30 a.m. or so that I’d heard the doorbell again. And again, I just pushed the thought away as it wasn’t LOUD and CLEAR like it has been for the past 6 months.

Today, Sunday, September 10, 2006 it is now one week later. I am pleased to report my mind is no longer on overload and since disconnecting the wires, the doorbell no longer rings in the wee hours of the morning. I no longer go to sleep at night with dread and anxiety. Within one little week, the thought of doorbells ringing no longer even crosses my mind.

And, what do you know? The door still works, too. What I am trying to say, is last Monday, Labor Day, about 1:30 p.m., I hear my landlady pounding on the door. She wants to know why I woke her up in the morning. I told her it was 9 o’clock in the morning and I went to the grocery store! She said, “It was NOT 9 a.m.!” I said, “Yes it was!” She said, “It was 8:50 a.m.!!!” I just looked at her for a minute and burst out laughing.

I told her to hold on for a second while I went into the house. I returned with a couple of perishable items that I didn’t have the room or the use for---they were 2 for 1 at the grocery store---and I gave the little bundle to her. Oh, my goodness, she started laughing like the crazy lady she is! She managed, between her insane laughter to tell me that all the people up the street at the grocery store just “hate so and so and so and so, can’t stand them! They tell me that all the time!” She was referring to the two newscasters that “talk” to her from the television and call her a man---they same two newscasters that I was allegedly partying with on my front lawn some months back. I said, “No, they never tell me that, but I am sure they know you better!” She turned around and slowly inched her way along the garage and back over to her own front door, laughing like a crazy woman all the way.

Here is my new question: Does anybody know where I might find a rubber front door for this loony bin I call home?

Finally, my sincere thanks to HP, Shooter, Rooster, Spin, and all the others who pointed me in the right direction to correct this little poltergeist of sorts. Call me silly, but I always thought doorbells just quit working when they wore out. I had no idea they could propel themselves to ring after the midnight hour. Thank you again to one and all who read my crazed tale. I cannot tell you how nice it is go to bed knowing that I will no be awoken by bells ringing in the wee hours of the morning.

Again, thank you one and all!

Home Repair books do not even begin to touch on subjects such as this. Trust me, I looked before subjecting myself to the old "SW3 is crazy!" routine.

Sir_Thomas_ 90M

9/10/2006 9:03 am

I do not know about rubber doors, that is something that is going to be custom and cost a pretty penny. LMAO. You could always get a rubber kick plate, that way the land lady's foot will bounce back and potential hit her. But, I think you need lambs blood or holy water on your door to keep her away. lol. You know, you do not have to steal holy water either, I am sure Fr. so and so would gladly let you have some. lol. Tell your land lady Shooter says hi! On second thought, maybe you should change my name....LMAO.

SensuousWoman3 replies on 9/19/2006 7:17 am:
So I guess this means a room with rubber walls is sorta out of the question, huh? C'est la vie!

cactusass 56F

9/10/2006 9:51 am

okay i am coming down there to kick some loony, old lady ass! you need to get down to a court house and get a restraining order if her kids are going to do nothing. tolerance is one thing, but this is too much. you deserve your peace and quiet.

SensuousWoman3 replies on 9/19/2006 7:23 am:
Well if you!

I haven’t said anything to any of her kids “in control” ‒ they know she is a flake. I hate to bother them. They would know who was right and who was wrong if I ever took a notion to contact them, but by all legal rights---it is her property. This is just a very shitty phase of my life. No if, ands, or buts about it. I loved my old duplex. The thought of moving again overwhelms me---I’ve barely recovered from the last move. Sigh!

sexymamma662003 32F

9/10/2006 11:39 am

no i dont know were to find rubbber doors but mabe heres a way to get the lunney landlord into a lunney bin


SensuousWoman3 replies on 9/19/2006 7:25 am:
You know what sexymamma? I don't think we have any looney bins left in Omaha. This is so not the place to have a nervous breakdown! The worst thing is, this dame is gonna live forever!

spinmedown 50M
3626 posts
9/10/2006 8:38 pm

Great! Glad to hear it.

Now all you need is something to take care of that landlady.

I'm thinking large, ambush predator.....or maybe a pitbull would be better for that climate...try watching Home Alone for some ideas.

My personal favorite way to deal with loonies- start singing and act crazier than they are. Knock on her door and ask her what she was doing in your laundry hamper at 2AM. Tell her that you like her new, blue hat. Answer her crazy questions with even crazier questions. Annoy the hell out of her every time she shows up.

Do not attempt to appease her with dry goods and fresh produce.

Most people are other people... FUCKING CHARACTER LIMIT!!! ~Oscar Wilde

SensuousWoman3 replies on 9/19/2006 7:38 am:
Well, a few months ago we did have an alligator on the loose in the city---can you believe that?

Believe me, I’ve been very tempted to go crazy on her---one time late last year I caught myself making faces and noises while looking in the bathroom mirror pretending it was her. Then I caught myself and said, “Oh, goodness, THIS is crazy! You’re practicing how to go psycho on your landlady?” Phew! Who would have thunk it?

curvymeli 40F

9/18/2006 6:58 am

I'm with Spin on this one---act so crazy around her you'll be the one she's bitching about to the other neighbors! lol

SensuousWoman3 replies on 9/19/2006 7:43 am:
You know, Meli, the thing is--she doesn't talk or bother the other neighbors! Actually the state of my discontent goes a bit further---the two bedroom walls adjoin their structure---wouldn't you know--her bedroom and the bathroom. I have never lived anywhere with thin walls--until now! I could never have sex in my bedroom with her right there. I am seriously considering moving my bedroom down to the dining room which is on the furthest side of the house.

This is all really sick, isn't it? Grrrrrrrrrrr!

Sailor376 64M
2288 posts
9/20/2006 8:21 pm

Just to co-miserate. Twice in my experience I have had ghosts to contend with. One was a smoke alarm.

The noise was deafening. Three story house and over a period of months it would just go off. Of course usually at three in the morning. The basement detector was finally found to have a tiny spider. One piece of scotch tape and quiet solitude restored.

The other was a gas stove. Fancy , modern, electronic, and for no good reason it would enter diagnostic mode in the wee hours. Beep, beep, beep,,,,,,, Infrequent but one night roused naked at two thirty for the umpteenth time. I hit it.

Six five and too many contractor pounds. It broke. I hit it hard. Crushed, little tempered glass cubes every where. Little pieces every where. I JUST hit it ONCE. It felt SOOOOOOOOOOOOOO good. The new stove was the cheapest stove in the place. No timer. No self clean. No electronics of any sort and 250 bucks. Heaven.

SensuousWoman3 replies on 9/21/2006 12:41 am:
Oh, my gosh, Sailor---I laughed so hard when I read that---and it made me feel so much better to have someone commiserate with me! It can be truly maddenly, can't it? Really, I have felt 150% after I disconnected the doorbell -- after all that time, it was really beginning to affect me and my sleep -- either I'd wake up before the bewitching hour to avoid being awoken by the ominous ring of the bell --- or be awoken by the ominous ring of the bell -- which is like the proverbial phone call at 3 a.m. in the morning when your heart starts beating and you think, "Who died?" Naturally, if I awoke BEFORE the doorbell rang, it never went off. I was really, really beginning to question my sanity and why, why does all this only happen in the wee hours of the morning?

Having the fire detector go off had to be frightening---and such a rude awakening. You know, that sort of happened to my Mom once with the burlar alarm, the police arrived, searched the small house, the alarm indicated a window was disturbed in the basement -- nothing. My Mom told the police that the alarm company said that sometimes a spider can come down right over the motion detector the right way and set it off -- the cop kind of said, which he shouldn't have, "That would have to be an awfully big spider!" Of course I said, "Mom, did you tell him that you were scheduled to fly out the next morning for your annual 'vacation' at the Betty Ford Clinic?"

The oven--that's another thing. See? See how crazy it can make an otherwise calm, cool, logical, unruffable individual? But sailor, I DO have to say one thing......NO SELF CLEAN???? LOL! Whoa! YOu must have been REALLY tortured!

Thank you so much for stopping by and sharing those two stories. It really does make me feel better. I am not an alarmist, I have lived on my own since I was 19, I am not a scaredy cat, I house sit all the time and strange houses do not freak me out -- but things like that can slowly work on even the most logical of minds. (But, I still do believe in spirits and ghosts! LOL!)

Thanks, again!

Sailor376 64M
2288 posts
9/21/2006 5:28 am

Rest easy and sleep well, What a delicious idea.


Hippink 36F  
4498 posts
9/22/2006 10:34 pm

at Spin!
But it's so true. Crazy people love crazies. They trust them more. If you act like you totally "get" her & act crazy yourself, she'll LOVE you! Trust me, it works!
Glad you managed to exorcise your poltergiests.
Hippie XXX

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