This afternoon as I was walking through the hallway, I noticed that the five small pig figurings I have lined up on the shelf had been moved. I straightened them out and then continued on down the hall. I heard something, turned back and saw the closest small resin pig was sliding slowly across the shelving. As I approached, it stopped moving and suddenly a cold breeze seemed to go right through me. Just as that happened, Gizmo began to bark at the door that leads outside at the end of the hallway. I'm not sure if he just had to go potty or if he just needed to get out of the house.

Before telling you about what happened this morning, I'd like to fill you in on what happened during my very first visit to this house.

My landlady had met me here and asked me to please excuse the mess as the men were working at finishing up the renovation of the living room. She explained how they had removed all the walls and the ceiling since both were composed of horsehair plaster and were cracking and ready to collapse. She had shown me an old seed catalog dated 1870 that was found within the walls. Then she held out a very old leather-bound, hand-sewn notebook. This was found in there as well. I opened it and the first few pages had a youngster's handwriting talking about her best friend in Lisbon, Maine. After that, the entire book had child-like sketches of women in bustles, bonnets, petticoats under long dresses and each carried a parasol (definitely turn of the century drawings).

Perhaps whoever the child was, is the one who still inhabits this place.

On Monday my daughter called me. She told me she had an interview the following day early in the morning. My house was closer to the interview than hers and she asked if she could spend the night with me so she wouldn't have to travel so far. Of course I said yes.

She arrived shortly after I got home that evening. I set up the spare bedroom off of the kitchen. We watched tv in the living room until we went to bed.

The following morning as I was cooking eggs and toast, my daughter came out of the bedroom.

"Mom, did you come downstairs last night later on?"

"No. I went straight to bed. Why?"

"Well, when I went to bed, I watched tv in bed for a while. About a half hour later, somebody pounded three times on the door. I thought it was you, so I got up and opened the door...I was saying, yeah, yeah, ok, I'll turn down the...but when I opened the door the kitchen was completely dark and nobody was there.

Are you sure you didn't come downstairs?"

"No, honey, I was sound asleep by then."

I told my daughter about some of the other stuff that had gone on before that.

I let out the dog then I started getting ready for work as my daughter was getting dressed for her interview.

I was putting on makeup in the bathroom. The medicine cabinet mirror is opposite the bathroom door that leads into the living room. I had left the door open. As I was applying my makeup, I could see my daughter walking slowly across the living room wearing a long black skirt with a long sleeved black blouse. Her hair was up in a bun.

As I turned around to ask her why she was dressing in "goth" to go for an interview, she came around the corner in khacki pants and a light short sleeve shirt. I just stared at her for a few seconds before she asked what the problem was. I just told her I thought she had walked through the living room but I must have been mistaken.

Now I have an idea who the spirit is that is residing with me. I think maybe the little girl artist just walked through my living room.

Yesterday was a quiet uneventful day. Today didn't even start out that way. I got all my laundry together to drive to town to go to the laundrymat. I dragged the bags to the front door and reached for my keys, but they weren't where I normally placed them. I always lay them on the kitchen counter, right on the corner. I moved stuff around on the counter and checked inside the drawers. I checked every surface in every room of the house. I looked inside my jackets and pocketbook...no keys.

I returned to the kitchen to bring the laundry bags back when there they were. My keys are sitting right there on the corner of the kitchen counter where I always put them. I swear they were not there earlier. How the heck could they have vanished and then reappear again....I don't get it.

When I got back from town just as I walked into the house I could hear water running. It seemed to be coming from upstairs. I ran upstairs and the water was running in the bathroom sink. That particular drain is very slow at draining and the hole towards the top of the sink for additional drainage is very tiny so some water did manage to trickle onto the floor. I skidded over to the sink and shut it off. As I began to mop up the water that was on the floor, I heard what sounded like a youngster giggling down the hall. I looked at Gizmo but he didn't seem to notice. Then suddenly there was a crashing sound. This time Gizzy began barking and ran down the hall in the direction of the noise. I followed him into the den and found a stack of books sprawled across the floor as if thrown there. I looked around but nobody else was in there. I checked the entire house but found nothing unusual.

Well, I picked up the fallen books, cleaned up all the water and went downstairs to put my keys on the counter. Hopefully that will be the last of it for tonight.

A friend of mine suggested smudging?!?!?!(sp?) I don't even know what that is. I think I'll just go to bed early for a change. I really need a good night sleep.

I woke up very early in the morning. Gizmo was laying next to me growling. I patted him and told him to go to sleep. Just then I heard what sounded like the doorknob turning back and forth. I couldn't see it moving since it was still quite dark in the bedroom. My heart began pounding and I sat up in bed. I was wishing that Gizzy was a rottie, doberman or german shepherd, anything except the tiny furball that was next to me ready to lick to death any vicious intruder that came upon us. I asked if somebody was there and the sound stopped. Gizmo and I layed there in the dark listening for any other sounds for quite some time. Somehow I managed to fall back to sleep cause suddenly my alarm went off waking me up. Before I left the bedroom I called my friend Debbie and told her what had happened. She is the only friend I have completely confided in. She asked if maybe I had dreamt the entire incident. I told her that I remember sitting up and pulling Gizmo near me and feeling his warm fur against me but perhaps it had been a very vivid dream even though I doubted I had dreamt it. Being the friend that she is, she came by on the way to work and she and I scoured the house looking for anybody hiding anywhere. All was clear.

I rechecked the entire house when I got home tonight. All the windows and doors are locked and secure. I just hope tonight I can rest undisturbed. I honestly don't believe it was just a dream although I somehow wish it was. The thought that something was turning the doorknob to my bedroom, trying to get in during the middle of the night is quite unnerving. I'm gonna pray for God to surround my house with angels.

I got home a little while ago and as I walked through the living room the thin window sheer panels blew inwards slightly (about 12 inches). I had not left the living room windows open, so I walked over to close them. I moved the sheers away to find the windows WERE closed. I have no idea what moved the curtains. It isn't windy outside tonight and even if it were, it would have to be a very strong wind to move the curtains with the windows shut.

Earlier today I did discover some new info on the house itself. My neighbor informed me that part of the house (The additional bedroom off of the kitchen) had been moved here from another town in the 1930's. The house itself she was told was at least 160 years old. We do have a short stone wall out back of the house that has some sort of historic significance. Not sure just what that is...(civil war perhaps?!?!?!)

Gizzy has to go outside and it's getting late.

Guess I'll call it a night.