Haunted Wardrobe
Recently my friend Monique has been staying with me and its been really fun. Last night about 3 AM she crawls into bed with me because she was frightened. I took this very seriously, not unlike myself, Monique is sensitive to the world of the dead, she's had many experiences with those that have passed on. So against my better judgement I went downstairs to investigate. Sure enough, there is a strange knocking coming from my garage in which the infamous haunted wardrobe resides. I went back upstairs and we huddled under the covers (with my dog Pasha who was also scared) as I told her the wardrobe's eerie past which I will share with you now.
About 6 years ago I was on a quest to find a vintage wardrobe in which I could keep my costumes, preferably from the late 20's Art Deco period. I found several but most were either out of my price range or in poor condition. Then one day my friend Mary called me, she was very excited and she wanted me to know about an estate sale in San Luis that she was at. They had several old Art Deco wardrobes. So I skidattled my way down there and found the wardrobe that was soon to wreak havoc on my life.
The wardrobe I choose was significantly lower then the others and the estate seller said it was because she didn't own a key to it but could perhaps include a skeleton key that would work, (I declined and later regretted it). It was beautiful walnut burl with Egyptian Revival handles and inside had the original rack , small shelf and most fabulous of all,the original smoky glass mirror. We got it home and put it into the bedroom and there it stood in all its glory, fabulous but empty. Soon the trouble started. I couldn't sleep at night because of the ringing noise coming from the wardrobe. I wasn't sure if I was dreaming the sound since once becoming fully awake and sitting in bed, it would stop immediatly. It became worse, so we decided to move it to the living room, where it still remained empty. The wardrobe remained the center of many a nightmare. Andrew experienced it too although he heard what sounded like a very loud flute sound coming from it, (being a floutist I figured he would know). Soon the doors refused to remain shut at night and were often found flung open in the morning. To make a very long story short, after Andrew refused to get rid of it (after lugging the huge thing to Los Osos in the 1st place) I tried to appease the spirit by putting my bellydance costumes in it. I also included an old flapper costume I wore for Halloween one year. It worked! She was appeased until now 6 years later that my ghost friendly girlfriend has moved in. What now? Some jazz music to play inside it, a very cozy seance, is she wanting to party or something? I'm spooked!
About 6 years ago I was on a quest to find a vintage wardrobe in which I could keep my costumes, preferably from the late 20's Art Deco period. I found several but most were either out of my price range or in poor condition. Then one day my friend Mary called me, she was very excited and she wanted me to know about an estate sale in San Luis that she was at. They had several old Art Deco wardrobes. So I skidattled my way down there and found the wardrobe that was soon to wreak havoc on my life.
The wardrobe I choose was significantly lower then the others and the estate seller said it was because she didn't own a key to it but could perhaps include a skeleton key that would work, (I declined and later regretted it). It was beautiful walnut burl with Egyptian Revival handles and inside had the original rack , small shelf and most fabulous of all,the original smoky glass mirror. We got it home and put it into the bedroom and there it stood in all its glory, fabulous but empty. Soon the trouble started. I couldn't sleep at night because of the ringing noise coming from the wardrobe. I wasn't sure if I was dreaming the sound since once becoming fully awake and sitting in bed, it would stop immediatly. It became worse, so we decided to move it to the living room, where it still remained empty. The wardrobe remained the center of many a nightmare. Andrew experienced it too although he heard what sounded like a very loud flute sound coming from it, (being a floutist I figured he would know). Soon the doors refused to remain shut at night and were often found flung open in the morning. To make a very long story short, after Andrew refused to get rid of it (after lugging the huge thing to Los Osos in the 1st place) I tried to appease the spirit by putting my bellydance costumes in it. I also included an old flapper costume I wore for Halloween one year. It worked! She was appeased until now 6 years later that my ghost friendly girlfriend has moved in. What now? Some jazz music to play inside it, a very cozy seance, is she wanting to party or something? I'm spooked!
posted by Lesley at 8:43 AM
2 Comments:
Hey Lesley! I saw you on Rod's blog!! YAY! I miss seeing you at work. How is it going over there? I will come to visit soon! Hope you're doing well...besides the haunted wardrobe...eek!
Monique must have awakened the ghost, and made her restless. It is up to Monique to apease her, and if you ever want to sleep peacefully again (I wouldn't know what that's like), a seance with Monique is mandatory, now!
Post a Comment
<< Home