It's That Day Again.

Oh my, the blue house. Over a hundred years old and full of many, many activities.
I was well into my study of parapsychology at this time and perhaps that had something to do with the events of this house.

My daughters told me many stories of the paranormal; from tennis shoes walking across the floor to playing with a little boy that came in through the window of her bedroom.

Before long only the girls and I remained living in the house. Weekends they would visit their father I held meetings for those interested in learning and experiencing psychic things.

Strange things occurred which seem unbelievable now. What I did learn was to leave well enough alone and don't play with the dark side of energy.