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10/14/2024

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​When my sister, Teresa, and I were young, we "fought" a lot.  I don't mean we came to blows or yelled at each other....our Mother would have never allowed that...but we had our ways! 

If we fussed after Mother had gone to bed, she made us come and sit in the floor in her bedroom and we couldn't make a sound.  If we so much as peeped, the "sit" was much longer!

Sometimes she would put a pillow between us on our bed to keep us on our own side.  Of course I would immediately start inching it over to Teresa's side of the bed.

I told Tommy and John boy about running from Teresa and sitting in a chair, kicking my feet so that she couldn't reach me!  Ah, the memories.

This morning my sister told me an incident I had forgotten.. 

When our Granddaddy died, we went to Virginia for the funeral.  My Grandaddy lived in a section house and his son, Uncle Rudy,  rented another section house beside his.  (These were houses that you could rent from the railroad if you worked for them.)

 We stayed in Uncle Rudy's house when we went up for the funeral.  As Mother put us into bed that night, we started hearing sounds in the wall.  "What is that Mother?"  "Oh, it's just rats in the wall...they won't hurt you!"

Well, that's all I needed.  After Mother left the room, I started talking about those rats in the wall.  Teresa was already a  nervous wreck.  (I was around 10 and she was 5)  Of course, the more nervous she got, the more I talked about those rats and how sometimes they would chew through the wall.

Then I got really creative!  (This is the part I didn't remember).  She said that I told her that our Granddaddy had died in that very bed we were sleeping in!  He didn't, but she didn't know that!

When I told Tommy and John boy this story, John boy said, "No wonder I like creepy things!  You have a dark side to you that I didn't know about!"

Don't worry.  If you come to my house this month, and you hear sounds in the wall, or if you see a skeleton in the room where you sleep, it won't hurt you.  My house is perfectly safe.  I promise......
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