Last weekend I decided I needed a good long book to get into. Something brought Anne Rice to my mind and I remembered that I still had a copy of The Witching Hour in the house. Haven't read this since college and it was sooooo good (not to mention long enough to keep me involved for awhile). I looked for the box it was in and actually found it. I started reading it again and it is just as good as I remembered.
That same day I had my weekly phone call update session with my sister and we somehow got on the topic of ghosts. We exchanged stories and opinions as to whether or not we thought our respective current houses are haunted. I told her that while my husband experienced something strange in our house way back when he was a kid, I haven't seen or felt anything that raised my suspicions.
Well lo and behold the very next morning (Sunday), Dan and I are enjoying the fact that Anna is letting us sleep in a bit, when all of a sudden we wake up to a strange sound. Sort of buzzing, vaguely mechanical, loud enough to scare the crap out of us. Dan gets up and it turns out it was coming from our bathroom. You know those scrubbing bubbles shower cleaners that when you push the button, sprays your shower with cleanser? Well we used to use one, but haven't in several months. It was still hanging in our shower and suddenly decided to go off. The weird thing (ok, one of the weird things) is that when you use it, it beeps for 15 seconds before going off then sprays for like another 15 seconds or something. Well this thing didn't beep first, and just kept spraying until Dan finally took the batteries out. Freaked me out. So it is gone now, with the rest of our garbage, but maybe I spoke too soon about our house.
That same day I had my weekly phone call update session with my sister and we somehow got on the topic of ghosts. We exchanged stories and opinions as to whether or not we thought our respective current houses are haunted. I told her that while my husband experienced something strange in our house way back when he was a kid, I haven't seen or felt anything that raised my suspicions.
Well lo and behold the very next morning (Sunday), Dan and I are enjoying the fact that Anna is letting us sleep in a bit, when all of a sudden we wake up to a strange sound. Sort of buzzing, vaguely mechanical, loud enough to scare the crap out of us. Dan gets up and it turns out it was coming from our bathroom. You know those scrubbing bubbles shower cleaners that when you push the button, sprays your shower with cleanser? Well we used to use one, but haven't in several months. It was still hanging in our shower and suddenly decided to go off. The weird thing (ok, one of the weird things) is that when you use it, it beeps for 15 seconds before going off then sprays for like another 15 seconds or something. Well this thing didn't beep first, and just kept spraying until Dan finally took the batteries out. Freaked me out. So it is gone now, with the rest of our garbage, but maybe I spoke too soon about our house.
I was pretty much obsessed with Anne Rice's books when I was in my early 20's, and "The Witching Hour" was probably my favorite of them all. A couple of years ago, I saw it in a used book store and decided to pick it up and read it again. Surprisingly, I didn't even finish it. More than a decade later, I found that it just didn't resonate with me in the same way. This makes me wonder how I'd respond to the Vampire books now.
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