The last from The Goat Man

I apologize readers for the delay, for the lack of a picture, and for the quick write and go.  This was written by The Goat Man quite some time ago.  So, much has happened since then we are unable to get to the blog.  I was worried about devil's night, but it was Halloween night everything fell apart.

From The Goat Man

October 30

I don’t know if it is the time of the year, but I feel the excitement. I have always enjoyed Halloween.  I don’t know if the feeling of getting the shit scared out of you or scaring the shit out of someone else but I like this time of year. This house has brought back a lot of memories I had forgot.  I tucked them away for a time. You know sitting around the campfire with a bunch of kids in the middle of the woods. No one is around for miles, that kind of thing. It was the gang in the middle of the night, I think I miss the most just letting you know something was there, or maybe the things you new you put some place. But when you went to get them they were gone. Maybe it was mom yelling at us kids for moving things.  I didn’t realize how much I had missed it and the excitement grows every night that we are here just waiting to see what is going to happen next.   God, where do I begin? I didn’t realize how much I had missed it till we moved in here. I love it lol. I grew up in a small drinking community with a big farming problem. The house that we grew up in was built in the early 1800s; it was so old it still had the horse tie up in front of it.  It is still there to this day.  When my mom and dad sold it about 10 years ago it has been through 3 different owners, 2 of the families had kids, but they didn’t stay. The people that live there now don’t have any kids.  Mom used to say when us kids were screwing up they (the ghosts) were more active.  Yup, it was us boys. As a child I had the privilege of living in a haunted house.  Those of you that have grown up in one know what I mean.  There are people that say, oh hell no, but me I say hell yes. It just lets you know up there is something out there. But lets go back for a min, when we took on this job they told us we would see things and we have lol.  They told us we might hear things or maybe feel things. Yup, what the hell was that lol.  There are the things that move.  Yup, they move. Now when I was a kid my parents bought a fixer upper in town there were some things left in it, so they went to fixing it up and that’s when fun began. When we had the walls gutted, nothing on the walls, we were all sitting around eating pizza sitting on the floor no pipes above us and water poured out above us.  We went upstairs and there was no water on the floor. From then on the house was alive. My grandma, god rest her soul, would never stay there. we move the stair case next  and that’s when the lights got a mind of there own. We would get ready to go to bed, the old manual lights, dad would hit the switch and make it to the stairs and bam they would come back on.  It was liked this game.  It would go on for three or four times till dad would get mad and he’d start swearing and yelling then it would stop. We believe to this day it was a kid. Then there was an old hutch and table; they were a set in the house.  We found out later you couldn’t separate them. The old hutch had these old plates on it mom started put them around the house and we started getting are asses beat,  “leave them dam plates alone” but mom we didn’t do nothing with them.  But mom was convinced, “oh no you kids did.” we went away for a weekend and they moved themselves. Yup, living in that house was fun.  Then when us kids would screw up there was this old table, you know what I mean the old ones with the leaves that hung down, that told if my brother or me was screwing up.  Oh hell! That dam table would tell on us.  It would gong all night long nobody would get any sleep. Shit, mom would know then we get are asses beat lol.  The good old days. Then my brother and me would be fighting and the canning jars would start flying. Now lets go back to about a month ago, we were told you will see him, he will come to the door, maybe around the house, maybe in a window or walking in the house.  Second day we are here, doc says Goatman somebody is here, I wait. Nothing. I wait some more. Nothing. I go looking. Nobody here, WTH . Next day I tell doc I think Barney’s at the door. (Not his name but I think he will understand lol) A guy in a white shirt dressed up at the door. Nope nobody there. “But I saw him, Goatman.  I know I saw him yesterday too.”  Doc? WTH ? Next day, Docs getting I.H. ready and I hear a man voice over the intercom going. “easy easy” I knew Doc wasn’t feeling good and she was transferring I.H. to her chair, so,  I go see who she is talking to. It was just them two in there. Dam monitors.  Then, the next night we are are lying in bed the ceiling fan is on no movement in the room then, we feel cold, really cold.  Doc curls up like no tomorrow. I felt it to.  Shit she tried to climb on top of me. I felt the curtains move, they move every time it comes in then the voices come over the monitor.