You all know Branden is in a band. The other guys in the band are Nate (guitar/vocals), Tony (bass), and Jim (drums, Nate’s dad). The house that the guys practice in belongs to Jim. It’s extremely old. Probably about a hundred years old. It’s an old farm house situated on what we have been told is an old Indian burial ground.

One day, the guys were tearing down equipment to take it to a show. I was sitting at the top of the stairs that lead from the back door to the kitchen, and the guys were outside loading the drum kit into the truck. There was no one else in the house except for me and Riley, an extremely old cat that belongs to Jim. All of the sudden, I hear a thump, thump, thump, directly above me. My first reaction was “What the mother fuck was that?” I was a little weirded out, but nothing terrible.

I go to investigate and make sure that Nate’s sister didn’t just come home. No one had come through the front door, it was still locked. Riley was asleep in the dining room and hadn’t moved. What the hell did I just hear?

So I ask Jim if anyone has died in the house. He says that he’s not for sure, but it’s not unlikely.

I’m now convinced their house has a little ghostie, someone who wears heavy soled boots. And I know that he is a man. I don’t know how I know, but I do.

Fast forward to this evening. Branden and I were getting ready to leave, and Riley comes down the stairs and sits on the banister, meowing. Usually this means PET ME, PET ME, PET ME, in Riley speak. She’s old, I like to oblige her.

So I go up to her and start petting her, and I kiss her head. I pull away and she whips her head around, looks up the stairs, and hisses. This is pretty unusual behavior for her. She’s crotchety, but not mean. I mean, she’s like 80 in cat years. So I was confused, but I let it go. I walk off to go to the bathroom, and Branden comes to pet her as I leave. When I came back from the bathroom, we left, and came home.

We’ve been watching My Ghost Story on Bio because we love ghost stories. We got to talking about the ghost at the studio house, and Branden tells me that after I went to the bathroom, Riley kept looking back up the stairs. This affirms my ghost theory.

Do you have any ghost stories? I’d love to get to know the ghost at the studio house and figure out who it is and why he’s there.

Today was one of those days that you can’t make up. Branden had to work today. He went in early (at 3:30) and got of unusually early, even for a Saturday. I have been in an “I don’t want to cook” kind of mood, but he didn’t want to go anywhere since he’d just got home.

I finally talked him into going with me, and we were going to get some Taco Bell, since it’s right down the road from our house. It’s also connected to the gas station we frequent, and Branden wanted to get a Monster.

So we get to the Bell, and I pull up to the drive through menu. Before we can order, we’re informed that they have run out of both ground beef and steak. And also, they don’t have the chicken bacon ranch tortada anymore. With a quick “Nevermind, thanks,” we pull out of the drive through to go to a different Taco Bell.

Branden was confused since I didn’t stop at the gas station to get his Monster, and I said that I’d get it on the way back to the house. We would have to come back anyway, so it wouldn’t be too much of a hassle.

I pulled around the building, and as I’m waiting to pull out onto the road, a man drives by in a very old car.

It looked very similar to this.

Now, a man driving a classic car is no news. They’re everywhere. Especially this weekend, since there are a couple car shows in the area going on. The thing that got me was the fact that he was driving this car around, at ten to two in the morning… wearing goggles.

Yes. GOGGLES. I mean, if he’d been wearing a scarf and an aviator hat he would have looked just like Snoopy. It was even better than the cane guy.

And that, people… is something you just can’t make up.