It's not often that you get to sleep in a haunted house. If - and it's a big if - we do have a resident ghost it's certainly a friendly one and there is nothing spine chilling about the experience. But what else could explain a particular door rattling for no apparent reason, a picture lifting up off the picture hook before dropping to the floor and the smashing of 6 glasses?
Ok, the last one was down to extreme carelessness on our part. But certainly not the other two, both which happened in the same area of the house and with no-one around. Very, very strange, especially the picture incident. I was in one of the lounges and the girls were playing pool. There is a landing above the pool table area which leads to a small TV room, 2 of the bedrooms and a bathroom. All of a sudden, there was a loud crash and my initial reaction was that the children had broken something. I looked up, rather annoyed and ready to castigate someone, when I saw them all playing pool and gazing upwards. "It came from upstairs" Izzy said, slightly nervously.
"Who's up there?" I asked.
"Nobody."
We ran upstairs and found the picture on the floor. It had fallen off the wall next to the same door that for no apparent reason had rattled for about an hour the previous evening. (That had woken Dawn's brother Mark up and after trying to ignore it and get back to sleep, he got up to investigate but found no cause for the rattling; it just stopped.)
I looked at the wall and saw the picture hook firmly in place. Picking the glass framed picture up, I expected to see a broken cord or wire but no; the picture cord was intact and, more surprisingly, the frame was also undamaged despite having fallen 5 feet off a wall and onto the same style of unforgiving floor that had seen 6 glasses meet their doom.
I replaced the picture on the wall and to do so had to lift the cord over the hook. For the picture to have come off the wall, someone (or something!) would have had to have physically lifted it up off the hook. That section of the house is a dead end so no-one could have been up there without coming back down and in any event it's a galleried landing and staircase so you can be seen at all times.
Spooky.
There have been no other incidents since but I'll report any future events or happenings for budding ghostbusters out there.
In other news, the kids (who have been angels) stayed in their pyjamas all day and made cakes and scones with Moira whilst Dawn, Mark and I went to the Tomatin Distillery. It was very interesting indeed, even though they were in what they call the 'silent season' and no whisky is currently being produced. It's not a brand I had heard of but it's award winning and owned by a Japanese company who bought them out a few years back when they ran into financial difficulties.
We sampled the 12 year old single malt and bought a bottle back together with a 12 year old blended whisky "The Antiquary", which was the Distillery's first blend when it was established back in 1857.
In the evening, after a rather delicious home made chicken curry, cauliflower and potato bhaji with parsley and sage rice we all played charades. To my astonishment, no-one had heard of the song "Little Does She Know That I Know That She Knows That I Know She's Two Timing Me" which made it a rather painful mime.
The Nessie search is booked for Thursday with horse riding on Friday. As for tomorrow... we'll wait and see what the weather's like.
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