• After a while it seemed nice, but one night, while they were about
    to go to bed, the wife heard a loud scratching noise, a long with a
    scream. "James, did you hear that?!" she called. "Honey, it was
    probably just in your head. Or maybe a Ghost!" He joked. But
    the noise stayed in her head until she feel asleep minutes later. After
    an hour or two, the noise came back. This time, it was closer, and
    louder, and the both heard it. Woken by the noise, they got up and
    checked it out...



    They go downstairs and see a large shadow, with claws, fangs, and tail. They got closer to it, and saw the creature! It was their cat. But how could they explain the scream...? Maybe it was a crazy driver's tire screech. They looked outside, but no tire marks for about 7 miles. They went back inside, and grabbed Spirit.

    When they awakened at dawn, James went off to work, and Molly stayed home. While she was there, she did more research on the house, and took notes. Some on the house, and some on the legends. When she was about to make some lunch, she heard a growling noise, and a loud, PLOP! She went outside, and saw a dog on the porch with the insides cut out cleanly. "AGH! What horrible thing could have happened to you!?" She put the dead animal in her car, and drove 2 miles to the nearest vet.

    "Doctor, can you help me? I was in my house, a-and I heard a noise outside, and I found this on my porch! Please help me!" Molly cried. "It's already dead, why did you bring this to me?" The doctor looked at her with a questioned face. "I don't know, strange things have happened in the past few days. So yeah, what else is there to tell you?" she said. "Um, is this your dog? and what has happened lately?" Doctor asked. Oh, well, I've been hearing scratching noises lately, and no marks have been found. We have a cat, but the marks are too big, and too high for him to get at. But the marks have been there for a while, well before we moved in. And dog we have never sen this dog before, we actually have neighbors, but none of them have dogs."

    "Oh I see, so you think your house is haunted, you do?" he asked after a long conversation with Molly. "Yes, I think so now. What do I do now?" She asked. "Well we have a psychic across town, you can ask him for guidance." said the doctor said. "Okay thank you very much! Oh in a couple of weeks, would you mind if I came to get my cat neutered, and get his shots? He looks quite young, and very tame, so would you?"

    Molly smiled. " My pleasure Mrs. Henson, I would love to." the doctor said pleasurably. Molly left without the dog, and clean hands.

    Hours later, James arrived with dinner. "Honey, I'm home! Ha ha. I brought pizza!" James giggled. Molly turned around and smiled, then she remembered what had happened today. "What's wrong Hun? Did something happen today? Tell me," said James worried about his wife. "I was making lunch today, the I heard something outside. I looked and there was a dead dog, with his guts cut out. I went to the vet, and I spoke with the doctor," said Molly, looking at the pizza in her kind husband's hand. "Oh, what else?" he asked. "he said we can go to a psychic across town for help on the house. i also think this house is haunted by the spirits from the Indian grave," she said, hoping that James understood... And he did...