Right after I got back from that trip to see the old house, strange things started happening with Tim at the parts store.
He would get into work in the early hours of the morning, long before the store would open, so he could run reports, order inventory and get the store ready to open.
One time he heard a crash and he felt the floor shake as if a whole island of display items had come crashing down to the floor. He could hear things rolling across the floor. He came out from the back room to find nothing out of place.
Once he told me he heard a voice very close to his ear. The voice simply said, “Stop!”
My dad, who was working there part time as a semi-retired parts man, would have strange experiences there as well. He told me of seeing a person dart behind a display rack, before the store was open. Nobody was there.
At my home, things began to happen a lot more frequently. We could hear footsteps upstairs when there was nobody up there, and my son Steven had an incident that scared him quite badly. More about that next posting.