It was in the late seventies and I was living and working in Knoxville. I had a few days off, so I came home to visit Momma. I had been there about all day and had planned on spending the night and going back to Knoxville sometime the next day. Since I was spending the night, my sister and her husband decided to go out for a while leaving just me and Momma by ourselves.
We were sitting in the living room talking about one thing and another when we heard a loud rap on the front door. I had started to get up to go answer the door when the door flew open, I looked over at Mom all big eyed and started to say something. She put her finger to her lips, you know the be quiet sign.
As we sat there, we could hear footfalls coming across the living room floor. When the footfalls stopped you could see the sofa cushion depress like someone sitting down. Let me tell you brother, by this time I was getting scared, I wasn't nearly as brave back then as I am now. I was fixing to get out of there when Momma spoke.
She said, "If you have anything to tell us, tell it. If not, I would appreciate it if you would leave because you are scaring my boy". Immediately we saw the sofa cushion rise back to normal and footfalls crossing the floor to the front door. The door then slammed shut.
After I regained my composure I asked Momma what had just happened. Mommas are supposed to know everything but she said she didn't know. She did say she thought something had happened there in the past, she just didn't know what.
To make a long story short, when my Sister and Brother in Law got back, I went back to Knoxville. I knew that if I stayed the night that I would have to sleep on the sofa, no way was I doing that.
Many more things have happened here, maybe I will write about them in the future.