I’ve Just Been Disconnected;

It seems as though a certain spirit or ghost doesn’t want me talking on the telephone about this book. Every time I am on the phone discussing the book, the phone will disconnect. Sometimes the line becomes so filled with static you can’t hear. At other times a loud buzzing sound is heard.

Generally I’m “allowed�?a half-hour or forty-five minutes before something happens. Its gotten to the point that I warn whoever I’m talking to that its going to happen and I will call them back on my cell phone. My cell phone seems to be immune to this activity.

Thinking this was being caused by my telephone, I’ve tried putting in a fresh battery, but the problem persists.

Giving up on old telephone all together, I bought a new one, and am still having the same problem. Funny how experience is still a great teacher.

At first, people didn’t believe me and would scoff it off; until it happened when I was talking to them.

When the phone does disconnect or fill with static, any attempt to use the phone for up to an hour is futile. During that hour’s time, if I pick up the phone the static or buzzing sound will be there.

I think I’ve narrowed down the ghost causing this activity, but can’t be sure. It appears that every time this phenomenon occurs, I’m talking about James Hatheway, from the house on the hill, or the house itself.

Can it be he’s still trying to protect the family’s privacy after all these years? Considering the secrets that, in James�?mind at least, remain buried deep in the bowels of that house, it’s not only possible; it’s highly probable.

If indeed it is James Hatheway, his behavior, while disruptive, is probably one of his most endearing qualities. While not a pleasant man in life, it appears that in death he has found his sense of humor.

The Watcher;

Ever since I started working on this book, there’s been someone standing behind me reading over my shoulder.

As of this time, I haven’t been able to discern who it is, or why they are so interested in watching me write this book. Let’s face it, sitting and watching someone type is about as much fun as watching grass grow. Yet, he or she persists, and seems quite fascinated by my activity.

Is it possible that one of the ghosts or spirits has followed me home or is curious about what I’m going to write about it? The thought that a spirit has this ability is certainly intriguing and not out of the question.

When this first occurred, I thought it was the spirit of my father, but now I think it might be the ghost of James Hatheway, who resides in the house on the hill. For some strange reason, it appears that James and I have forged some type of bond. He’s always the first one to greet me when I visit the house, and I sense he’s glad to see me.

If you consider he’s had virtually no one to communicate with for over a hundred years until I came along, it’s not out of the question.

Most of the time it doesn’t bother me, but sometimes the presence becomes so overwhelming it seems to fill the entire room. When this happens I announce to no one in particular that it’s time for a break and go do something else around the house. Upon returning to my desk, I find the presence has abated, and continue my work, only to have it return a few minutes later. How does it know?

The only obvious solution is that it’s watching, waiting, always there, but elusive. Every once in a while I’ll catch a small movement out of the corner of my eye, but when I turn around, no one is there.

To make matters worse sometimes I find myself talking to it: asking its opinion, discussing critical points in the story, etc. Not that I ever get an answer, mind you, but I figure as long as they’re there, I might as well acknowledge their presence.

I’ve decided my only recourse is to accept that it’s just always going to be there and to make the best of the situation. 

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