We moved here just a few months shy of our daughter's 12th birthday.
Upchurch is our last name but we have no relatives named Barbara
(THIS IS 100% true).
By the time the movers left we were starving and about to grill some hot dogs when the skies opened it was raining sideways. Plan B was to cook inside, once I found some cookware. I was ready to fix a quick meal on our new stove but it had no power. When my husband pulled it away from the wall,
we saw it had not *'piggy tail', back in the 80's this was the long cord that attached the short stove cord then wall outlet. We never had this issue with our first house.
Thank goodness for peanut butter.
When we turned on the a/c, there was no *cool air...just hot. We quickly put linens on our beds falling in them near exhaustion.
In the wee hours of the morning, I was awaken by the sharp little fingers of my daughter poking me in the arm and quietly saying, Mommy, mommy wake up, wake up. With one eye opened, I replied what ever is the matter. She replied, my sheets and my blanket and my pillow are not on my bed.
Now both of my eyes are open. I told her she probably just kicked them off and could not find them.
So upstairs we go. When I turned on her light she really and truly had no linens or a blanket and her pillow was missing too.
I put my finger to my mouth, saying shhh we need to go get Daddy. I grabbed her hand we took the steps 2 at a time. By now Toto the mighty mini Dachshund is also awake and happy as
a lark because he is sure he is going to be fed.
Then we both are poking Daddy in the arm (he was fast a sleep). When we told him he immediately jumped out of the bed. He said how can that be we made up both beds.
The 3 of us and the mighty Toto all head into the den. Daddy turns on the light and
lo and behold all of my daughter's bedding is piled in a heap on the couch.
WE all exchanged looks of confusion....WHAT IN THE WORLD was going on,
how did the bedding get downstairs on the couch. To be quite honest I was sure someone or something was in the house. My practical hubby was pretty that was not the case.
IN all her 11 1/2 years our daughter had never sleep walked. However, sleep walking was the only
answer. She must have been so very tired, maybe dreaming about making the bed or who knows what and just got up and took all the bedding off. The puzzling thing though was how in the
world did she make it down the stairs with all that bedding in her arms. She was quite petite and only 5'2" today. Did it take more than one trip or did she have help? LOL
From that day forward, she never did anything unusual in her sleep or awake.
In My Mind's Eye I have wondered about Milton and Barbara. None of the mail we receive for either is bills or personal mail. Many many times I have written on the envelopes "Addressee not at this address. return to sender". The envelope makes its way back to us. Once I asked our mailman what to do? He said, if we return it to sender and it comes back to just discard. Are they real people, how did their names get linked to our address? What do they look like, are they gainfully employed or are they the unnamed friendly spirits from the 1980's?
This neighborhood was farming land before it was developed. Even if here were homes here before our neighborhood was developed, the street name and address of our house was not the original name. It was a rural road not even in the city.
Today, November 26, 2017, 29 days before Christmas 2017,
I am putting this story to rest. I declare
Milton and Barbara are friendly elves.
Maybe that night the bedding disappeared they were testing our sense of humor.
INTRODUCING Barbara and Milton our resident Ghostly elves!!
*Ironically the house passed inspection before we moved.
However, just days before closing the realtor said he would buy a mirror for the half bath because w/o a mirror in there it would not pass inspection. So NO mirror in the 1/2 bath would put the brakes on our move but evidently no power to the stove a malfunctioning a/c would not?
An urgent call to the builder the next day solved both of these issues.