I found the house of my dreams (or is it my nightmares?)—a 4-bedroom and 2.5-bath 112-year-old Victorian home. It includes bay windows, a study with stained glass, a moving bookcase (OMG), a large attic, a wet bar, and a list of other to-die-for features. The price tag is an affordable $144,000.
The only drawback, it’s located in Dunmore, Pennsylvania, where it’s so cold politicians have their hands in their own pockets. If this gingerbread home was located in north Texas I’d jump on it in the drop of a coffin lid.
The home listing at Zillow’s in-house blog, includes a caveat—the home is “Slightly haunted.” Slightly haunted? Isn’t that like being “a little pregnant”?
Nothing serious. Paranormal activity includes knocking sounds followed by hardly noticeable screams at 3:13 in the morning (but only a couple of times a week), phantom footsteps, and a terrifying apparition staring at you from behind when you look into the bathroom mirror.
There are also the disembodied voices, crying and door slamming. (If I wanted to put up with all that, I’d adopt a teenager.)
Oh well. I’m happy with my little Tudor-wannabe in north Texas. People ask me if my present home is haunted. With foster kittens playing the Gravity Game 24/7, how would we know?
