Haunted

Miner

With this uneasy feeling I’ve been getting about the miner ghost I decided to go to do some investigating to see what I can come up with about him. My first stop was the Hanna museum to see if I couldn’t find a name for our miner. As I get to the museum except it was closed even though the sign on it said that it opened at twelve. I sat in my car for a little bit deciding if I should wait or go on to the library. Just as I was about to leave a car pulled up beside the building. An older woman got out and unlocked the door. Taking that as a sign the museum was now open I get out and go inside. “Hello, I’m Margerie, and welcome to the Grand Mountain museum,” She says with almost no emotion at all. “Have you been here before,” She asked with the same emotionless tone. “Umm, no I haven’t my husband and I just moved here a few days ago,” I say trying my best not to laugh at how bored I had already become just talking to her. In her emotionless tone, she spoke once again “That’s nice would you please sign our register,” I turn around to sign to the book at the same time she walks off into another room. As she’s walking away I hear her say “If you need something just ask I’ll do my best to help you,” 

“Thank you” I answered in an almost whispered voice. I walked to where the display of the mine explosions was and started my search for the ghost miner. It took a while to look through the photos plus the news articles to find my ghost, but I finally did. I looked around to make sure no one was in the room with me before I did my happy dance again. His name is Andrew Hughes, he was one of the Swedish miners that had been killed in the nineteen o eight explosions. Finally, I had a name to go with the ghostly figure. Now I need to figure out if he is really a nice ghost trying to protect us or is he a bad ghost wanting to harm us, or worse a demon. I contemplate that question as I drive back to the house. I gave up on calling it home it hasn’t been home since we have gotten here. With us running back and forth to Longmont, then trying to fix the electric, plus trying to survive we're almost out of money. At this point, we don’t even have money to move back to Oklahoma on. As I pull up to the house Jack is outside with the dogs with a cigarette hanging from his lips. “Hey, babe did you find out anything,” He inquired as I climbed out of the car. “Not much, but I did get a name,” I grinned. A look of shock came over his tired face. “So, what is it,” He questioned me. “His name is Andrew Hughes, but that’s all I could find out,” I declared. “Margerie the owner is like a stick-in-the-mud she had no emotion once so ever so the less talking she did the better,” 

“So, what now,” 

“Well, I figured I would come and get you to help me at the library to see if we can find out if they have any articles on him there,” 

“Let’s do it tomorrow it’s getting late and I thought we could set up your camera to record tonight while we go to Mom’s house to sleep,” 

“Okay but we can’t keep doing this we’re running out of money and neither of us has a job,” 

“I know babe I know,” We set up the computers to record like we have to do every night plus set up the camera that my son gave me to record in our bedroom. I pick up Snowy and Molly while Jack picked up Weasel then head for Longmont for a good night’s sleep. I guess Jack had called his mom while I was gone to the museum because she had food waiting for us when we arrived. The next morning, we left the dogs with Diane once again it is just warmer for them to be here. Before we head to the house, we stop in at the library to see if we could find any information about our ghost Andrew Hughes. Looking through some articles we found out he was a loving husband, father, and friend. “Maybe he turned evil after his death because he died a very tragic death,” I whispered to Jack who was looking at another article. “Yeah maybe, all I can find is how good of a father he was,” He confirmed. On our way back to the house I looked over at my tired husband and said. “I think we should look for a rental house,” 

“I agree before one of us gets hurt,” He didn’t have to say anymore I got my phone out and started looking up rental houses in Colorado where we wanted to be in the first place. After a couple of days, we find a place we could afford we sent a text to them that was listed on the ad. We were able to negotiate them down to two hundred and fifty dollars for the deposit. Jack called his mom who had agreed to loan him the money. She hadn’t been too happy about us moving into the house without checking it out before we moved into it. We told them that we would send them the money tonight so we ended up staying with Diane. We also wanted to make sure this place was actually liveable, unlike the house we were in. That’s when things went wrong. We wondered why we were sending the money to someone with a different name in Hawaii. “While visiting my son here in Hawaii I was involved in a traffic accident that broke my back so he is taking care of me,” The lady texted back. So, we sent the money. The lady texted back I have received the money, where do you want me to send the house keys,” I texted back “Four zero zero four Evergreen Longmont, Colorado eight zero five zero one it’s my mother-in-law’s address,” 

“Okay, you should be getting them tomorrow by UPS,” We waited all day the next day, but no keys arrived. We knew that we had been had. Diane called her bank to see if she could get the money back but since it was through Wal-Mart’s bank to bank she couldn’t. Jack had even tried to call the number that we had been texting but the number had been disconnected. I reported the number to the FBI Scam Hotline. In a sad defeat, we went back to the house in Grand Mountain to figure out what our next step would be. When we get back to the house everything is in more disarray than when we left it. Our California King mattress was sitting straight up and down in the bathroom, while the solid wood frame was the same way in the middle of the bedroom. We knew instantly that it was the ghost that had done it. No human no matter how strong could do that by themselves it takes two grown men to move that bed. Our lovely ghost hadn’t stopped there it threw our clothes all over the house, flipped our couch over, thrown everything in the boxes that were still packed all over the house. Jack and I spent the rest of the day straightening up the house. That night we were awoken by Andrew Hughs standing at the foot of our bed yelling “You can’t leave! You are mine,” over and over until Jack yelled back “Shut up and go away,” After he did that everything got deathly quiet, almost like it does right before a tornado is about to hit. It lasted this way for a couple of days even though we had already decided to move back to Oklahoma. With all of our ghostly problems along with not being able to get the utilities on enough was enough.