Before I continue with my story I forgot to mention a few items. I suppose I should have kept a diary of all that went on but I kept thinking the activity would stop. Well that hasn't happened so far.

Not long after getting rid of the shelf above the fridge I decided to get working on the kitchen floor. Believe it or not the people who lived here before had put indoor out door carpeting in the kitchen. I pulled up all the carpeting and cut it up in smaller pieces to go out in the garbage the next day. Underneath the carpet was a lime green lineolium floor. Huh, I thought the carpet was ugly. One area had a spot on it that looked like oil had been spilled and left to soak in. Near the fridge was a huge rust stain. What the heck had they been doing? Repairing farm equipment in the kitchen? Now I could see why they put carpet over it, but why not just put in a new floor? Maybe they had leftover carpet on hand? I also had a battle with the bathroom one day when I decided to recaulk the tub. The wall beside the tub fell out, I found alot of rot not only in the wall but in the floor as well. Needless to say the bathroom also needed to be re-done. The house now has new sub floor as well as new tile floors in the kitchen and bath. Lots of other work has been done also. I can't tell you how many times my tools disappeared while I was using them.

Around this time I also had different experiences with smells coming from downstairs. Sometimes perfume, sometimes much worse. Once when I was out in the yard with the dogs I came back in to find the kitchen door was closed. I had left it open when I went out. Arthur was at work. I wondered if I was being asked "How do you like the door being closed on you." Another time when I let our dog out in the early hours of the morning. Right beside the door on the cement patio you could hear someone bouncing a basketball. No one was there but the sound continued. The dog wanted right back in and I could still hear the bouncing continue after I shut the back door.

This strange incident happened while I was painting the kitchen. I was in the kitchen painting when an horrible squealing noise made me look up. Across the room from me I watched as the cupboard door closest to the window slowly opened all the way and stopped. Yes I did say it was closest to the window and the window was open but the cupboard door opened against the window. I just stood there looking at it until it stopped. The cupboards had never made such a noise. I yelled to Arthur who was watching TV in the livingroom: "Did you hear that?" He didn't answer. I still hadn't moved. It wasn't a windy day, very mild spring day with a bit of drizzle. At this point I decided it had to be a ghost acting up and said out loud: "You know I don't appreciate the cupboard doors being left open, so I think you should shut it now" Right away the cupboard door started to slowly close with that same horrible squealing sound. It stopped about an inch from closing all the way. I walked over and closed it the last bit and turned to look in the livingroom. Arthur could have seen what happened from where he was sitting. I asked him but he said he hadn't seem or heard a thing. He is somewhat hard of hearing and did have the TV on pretty loud but how could anybody have missed that sound?

Next time Diane was over I explained to her what had happened. I opened the same cupboard door and it was silent as ever. While trying to immitate how slowly the cupboard door opened I grabbed the corner of the door and held it as I slowly opened it. Immediately the same squealing sound started. I was shocked. It seems you have to have a tiny bit of weight on the hinge by holding the corner of the door to make that sound occur. I had been planning to refinish the cupboard doors so I took them down. Somehow I haven't gotten around to sanding and refinishing them yet but when I do put them back up they will have magnetic locks in place and new hinges!

I'm sure you are waiting to read about the taping of the whisperers so here is what happened. Diane was dropped off at my house by a male (he doesn't want his name used) friend of hers who drove a motorcycle. They both came in for a bit. He is a big guy about six feet tall and isn't tiny by weight either. He started making fun of us for believing the house had ghosts. I said "You probably wouldn't laugh at us so much if you spent 5 minutes downstairs in the granny suite." He just kept saying how silly we were being. I went and picked up his motorcycle helmet, kept it in front of me and my back to him and took it downstairs to the granny suite.

Shortly after I came back up he said he had to get going. He asked me where his helmet was, I told him it was in the granny suite and he would have to go down to retreive it. He tried to get me to get it for him, I finally said I would go with him but if he didn't go it could stay there. So down the stair I went him following. I turned the bathroom light on down there and said it was the only light that was working. This wasn't true but I figured if he didn't believe there was a ghost in the house it shouldn't bother him. I went through the kitchen and living room and got the helmet out of the bedroom. I went back to the living room and could see that he was standing at the living room doorway not wanting to go any further out of the meager light that was afforded by the bathroom. I stopped and sat down on the living room couch in the dark. It is about 4 feet away from where he was standing.

He asked me where I was and I told him I was sitting on the couch. He asked if I had the helmet I answered I did and added that while we're here why not wait a few minutes as I had suggested earlier. He stood quitely for a few seconds and then started saying things like: "Oh, I'm so scared!" "Oh, I'm just as silly as you girls!" Then he was quite for a bit, then back to more smart comments. Quite again then: "What are you touching me for?" I answered: " I'm not touching you, I'm still sitting on the couch." I jokingly added: "But I did stick that kick me sign on your back for the ghosts on the way downstairs!" That was it he took off running up the stairs straight through the house straight to the front door.

I gave Diane the helmet when I got upstairs and she took it out to him at the front door. He was babbling on about getting touched by something downstairs. He carried on for quite awhile and he was saying he did believe in ghosts before he left. He said he would call later to make sure Diane was okay incase she wanted to leave. I couldn't believe the difference. I asked Diane if he really thought something was touching him. She said he was sure but thought it was me until I answered him from the couch. This house seems to make a sceptics into believers.

Later we put the sound activated tape recorder out on the back landing. I said out loud: "Okay whispers this is your chance to tell us what you have to say so speak up into the microphone." Then I came back up from the landing and closed the kitchen door. Diane and I went into the living room carried on chatting and had a couple of beers. I was feeling kind of nervous about what might show up on the tape. If motorcycle guy was any indication there was some activity going on in the house.

Diane and I are like two little old ladies when we get together. We laugh and joke about everything. I told her about the kick me sign I told him I had put on motorcycle guys back and she had a good laugh. Yep all of a sudden the big strong man became one of us silly girls. At some point I was telling Diane about the mess of the ugly linolium that was under the carpet in the kitchen when I pulled it out. She thought it very odd that they might have repaired farm equipment inside. She ask why I thought it was rust on the floor. I explained it was a dirty brownish color and I thought of rust because there was an oil spot on the other side of the room. Now when she asked me how big of an area the rust took up I started to think, it was quite a big area, from in front of the fridge passed the hall and almost to the kitchen door. When she asked her next question I knew what she was going to say: "Do you think it could have been blood?" I actually felt sick and thought of that piece of the shelf we ripped out that had LIAR carved into it. I said: "Holy crow (editing swear words here) what if they killed the LIAR and that is why he is hanging around there always getting in the way in the dark." "I don't know if that's true, I really don't want to know if it's true." "Who the heck are they?" "The whispers maybe?" "Oh my gosh what if it was."

By this time we were both really creeped out. Wouldn't they have been caught for killing someone? Wouldn't the history of this house be apparent to us because I'm sure the neighbour down the street who was born in her home would have known about it. But what if it happened before that? This was the only farmhouse in the area years ago from what I understood. I would have been isolated. Is that why the whispers are so excited? They want to tell you something but just aren't able to say? If the LIAR was killed and they got away with it, where is his body? I had joked around a few times in the past about a body in the wall. That would be terrible if it were true. We did lots of speculating but of course we really have no idea and so far with renovating the house we haven't found anything thank goodness.

We decided to get the tape recorder and find out if the whisperers had decided to speak. When we got the recorder back to the living room we could see some tape had been used. After re-winding it we pushed play. You could hear me talk to the whisperers and then put the tape recorder on the landing, as I walked back up the stairs you could hear the stairs make their creaky noises. Then you could hear me shut the kitchen door. Next you could hear Diane and I laughing about motorcycle guys reaction after calling us silly. Once in a while the tape picked up noises from Diane and I chatting. Next you could hear those creaky stair noises again and someone blew into the microphone. I re-wound it about ten times no word nothing, creaky stairs and blowing in the microphone. Eventually we let the rest play out but it had nothing but sounds caught from Diane and I chatting and then the kitchen door opened and me talking as I retreived the recorder. I was mad that they had their chance to talk but didn't and when to the back stairs and down to the landing. I said: "I gave you your chance to tell me what you want." You didn't answer so I don't have to help you." "Get out of this house, you have no hold over me."

That was the last time anyone has heard the whispers in this house. I believe they are gone but I can't prove that just like I can't prove they were here. Were they murderers or witnesses? Did Diane and I figure out what they had to say before they got a chance to say for themselves? Was there even a murder?

As for the LIAR, since then he seems to get in the way more often. I didn't get the feeling that anyone was in the way one evening when I was on the way to the bathroom, but then for just a second it felt like someone came from behind me and put their hand over my mouth and nose. I stopped on the spot and had a drew in a quick breath. I know it's odd but I didn't feel frightened by it. It didn't feel like a threat, more like he shared a memory with me. I wondered again about that rust stain and if he had been grabbed like that so he couldn't scream. Is his presence stronger now that the whisperers are gone. I don't know, maybe just more noticeable. Quite a few friends have told me they don't like going in that hall to the bathroom because it scares them. I just go turn on the light for them and they are okay. In this house you know it doesn't have to be dark for things to happen. Yes what's there in the dark is there in the light.

As I said before the people who owned the house after the farmers were known alchoholics. I watched a documentry about a family that was being haunted. One of the investigators ask the family different questions that could have contributed to a presence being in their house. One of the questions was if there was a history of alchohol abuse. That question got my attention because of the former owners. Apparently this could be a doorway in because the people in the house are not in their right minds and could be fighting and goodness knows what else that could attract attention from the other side. The former tenents Arthur had were into that type of behavior plus drug abuse. There was lots of yelling and arguing and I was often stressed out by their behavior. I read that spirits like to mock or imitate human behavior. I though that could explain the incidents with it sounding like one of the former tenents had come in the back door and their boy liked to play basket ball in the driveway and on the patio all the time.

There are still things going on and I will try to keep you updated. I'm pretty tired right now, so I will post it and read it again later to correct spelling and so forth.