posted on Apr, 2 2012 @ 12:47 PM
The year was 1990. My son had just turned one. My wife, son and I had just returned home from the grocery store and I noticed a couple of older ladies
standing on the front porch as we drove around the corner to the side/back door. I walked into the house and heard a knocking at the front door -
which turned out to be the two older ladies (probably in their seventies).
We greeted each other pleasantly and they introduced themselves as friends of a lady who used to live at the house many years ago (in the 60's). They
asked me if they could come in and take a tour of the house as they used to love coming to visit her and tour the house when she owned it. The house
was built in the late 19th century and was quite large by todays standards. Being the pleasant and loving man I am, I agreed to let them come in and
told them I would be more than happy to give them a tour and show them what I had fixed/changed.
As time went on and we toured the house probably about twenty minutes had gone by and I started to realize I hadn't heard my wife or son come inside
yet. I figured, at the time, that they had creeped in without me knowing as the kitchen was directly inside the back door. We continued with the tour
- heading upstairs. The old ladies seemed very delighted with what I had done and they even showed me a couple of things that their friend had done
back in the 60's. They regaled me with stories of card playing and even cocktail parties
Finally, after around 40-45 minutes we said our goodbyes and I told them to come back anytime they wished for lunch or coffee or whatever they wished.
I went into the kitchen and open the refrigerator - expecting groceries. It was still fairly empty. I began thinking where the %$#@ are my wife and
I looked outside and my wife was unbuckling my son from the back of the car. I walked outside and asked what could have possibly taken so long to
unbuckle my son and bring in groceries.
"Taken so long?" My wife asked, "What do you mean? It's only been a few seconds."
I ran around to the front of the house to see if the slow-moving older ladies were walking down the street. It was empty. I spent the better part of
an hour giving a tour to spirits in just a couple seconds.