Me and my boyfriend - and of course our American Bulldog Bella have just moved out of a house we were renting and into my Grandma's house which is on the road behind where we were originally staying. My dad had suggested this to us only a few weeks ago as my Grandma is now staying in a home and the house was empty. We moved in over the weekend just gone, 5th July 2010.
Now for the past 20+ years my Grandma lived there alone, when I was younger I remember her telling me that my Granddad, who had died before I was born, was always with her. She'd tell me she communicated with him all the time and spoke to him whenever she felt lonely. I vividly remember her telling me a story that she was picking apples from the tree outside and standing on ladders, the wind had blown causing the ladders to shake and she had asked him to hold them still for her, the ladders stopped shaking. I found this really sweet that she still spoke with him after all those years. Being at the grand old age of 88 she has spent the last 8+ months in a home where she has full time care and support. She often forgets where she is and frequently asks to go home.
Home... This is now where we are currently staying. After moving our things in over the weekend we decided that the living room could do with a new carpet as the one that was down smelt musty and old due to the house being unoccupied for so many months. As my dad and boyfriend were laying this carpet down the dog started barking loudly outside, I was out at the time but this is what my boyfriend told me. He went out to quiet her down and as he stepped outside could hear a loud banging, he noticed her looking directly up at the bathroom window and realized someone was banging on the window from inside the house. The banging stopped and he took the dog in the house and continued with the carpet. Once my dad had gone he went upstairs and noticed scratch marks on the wallpaper in the bathroom, I put this down to me and the rest of my Grandma's grandchildren picking at it with our nails when we were younger but I'm not sure I've entirely convinced myself.
Also while I was boxing things up at the old house we left the dog at my Grandma's so she could get used to the house and us coming back and forth every 30 minutes with boxes of stuff told her that we weren't abandoning her in a strange environment. My boyfriend took a load of stuff round while I was still busy packing and said as he went in the living room the dog was cowering in the corner with her tail in between her legs and quivering as though she was scared. Every time we leave the house she panics and tries her best to run past us and outside the house, tail in between her legs. This could be due to the new surroundings, I'm hoping, but I cannot explain the banging on the bathroom window.
We spent our first night there last night but nothing happened.
I thought that maybe it could be my Granddad as he never knew me as he died before I was born, maybe he's saying, 'Hey you! You don't live here!' or maybe it's someone completely different as I can't see my Granddad scaring the dog, I've been told he was a very sweet man. Or maybe it's just us and we need to adapt to these new surroundings and noises!
I'll keep you posted as I have a feeling this isn't the only story I'll be posting about my Grandma's house.
Thanks for reading.