Our Haunted House

We have an Aussie friend called Susan who writes a highly entertaining blog about life on the other side of the world.  She was interested to know more about our home, so here are some shots of the quirky little shed we live in.

It doesn’t look much like a haunted house, does it?  But haunted it is, by the spirits of two Lurchers, Siouxsie and Nicky, who lived with Annabelle before us.  Nicky is a gentle soul, but I think Siouxsie resents us being here – she still considers it her domain.  She loves to scare us with spooky stories about stuff that happened while she lived here.

According to her, a naughty fire spirit – an elemental – once took up residence in the loft.  He used a psychic straw to syphon electricity from the house supply, pushing Annabelle’s bills sky-high, then used the stolen leccy to start small fires.  I hope this is just one of Siouxsie’s tall tales, as it would be a very dangerous thing to happen in a wooden house.

Spirits know a lot about magic, and if Siouxsie is in a good mood she’ll try and teach me a trick or two.  My favourite one is making myself invisible.  It’s fun to watch Annabelle look everywhere for me and then do a double-take as I reappear out of nowhere.

Now you see me…

Now you don’t.

The big tree in our front garden is a bats’ dormitory.  We love to watch them come out to play at twilight. They never keep still for the camera, which is why you see no bats in this photo.

Annabelle isn’t hot on housework, so indoors is a bit of a mess. Not that we’d want her to be houseproud, if it meant we couldn’t go on the furniture.

We don’t mind the place being untidy.  Home is where the heart is, for us……and the bats.