There were a few things that I left behind at Live Oak. Two of them were the Barbie and Ken that my brother Matt tossed up on the roof that were melted to the shingles. The other were all the ghosts that resided in two houses on the block. Now my parents think that I made all these things up, and yes my imagination soared in those years, but some things you just never forget.
It all started when I became friends with Shelly Pruitt. She invited me to watch Back to the Future, when it came out on video, at her place and we hit it off. (Man, I love those movies!) She was 3 years older than me and she is still a good friend of mine. Her father was one of the funniest guys that you will ever meet and he would tell stories of the ghosts in his house. It always freaked me out to this day and Shelley will confirm that the house was haunted. Eggs would roll off the table (always), cabinets would be open when you walked in the kitchen and then there was a mirror in the hallway that the family said they could always see shadows passing by. When I would spend the night I could never sleep because the mirror was right in front of Shelley's door and I would stare at it terrified. I never experienced it personally, but I believe them, and the reason why I do is that her older brother never wants to go back. (he is in his 30's)
My only "personal" run-in with something strange was at my friend Penny's house. She lived across the street and I would walk her home everyday from Erma Nash Elementary school. A common friend of ours from church, Diana, came with us on this particular day. We were there for a few minutes and some erie things started happening. The phone would ring and a voice on the other end would ask, "Are you home alone?" Then scratching on the window screens followed and we were frightened. I waited for a while and ran across the street to get my mom. (I guess I was a brave child, because if this happened today, I would have locked down my house.) My mother said, "Go get the girls and come back here.", which translated, "You are dreaming this up but this will make you feel better." So I ran back over to the house, (even braver) and Diana and Penny were in the living room holding each other screaming. They pointed to the kitchen and the blender was going off by itself and it was not plugged into the wall. I told this story numerous times in the next few years and everyone thought I was crazy. Shortly after graduation, I ran into Diana and she said, "Hey Michelle, do you remember the blender?" I looked at her in disbelief because I had myself thinking I made it up. It still gives me the willies thinking about it.
So now I said it and you all think I am probably crazy! But if any of you would like to write and and tell me some ghost stories, I will try to not get freaked out too much, but something in all of us likes to be spooked.