The Ghosts Next Door
When my next door neighbor; Trevor moved away I was devastated. He and I had been best friends and his parents had been my parent’s best friends for many years. As in our house, they had been the first family to live in the house which was a three level split with the main bedrooms and baths upstairs; the kitchen and living room on the main level and a whole separate living area filling the basement.
We watched in anticipation as the new family moved in. They were a family of five with two daughters and a son. I never got along well with the son but ended up dating the oldest daughter. My parents never became close with new neighbors. One rare evening; Grant as I will call the patron of the family, was having a drink with my father at our basement bar. He seemed very nervous and upset.
He had been doing some work in the downstairs portion of his house getting ready for his in-laws to visit for an extended stay. As he entered from the rear porch area, an elderly couple in a heated argument passed him and entered his house. Somewhat in shock he called out and asked them who they were and what they were doing in his house. They ignored him and began to pull food items from the refrigerator and prepare a meal in the small kitchenette. Grant called for his wife and when she came down the stairs she saw nothing. Meeting Grant by the rear door she asked him what he wanted and he was shocked again to find out there was no elderly couple in his house.
Grant was telling my father about the incident and his description of the elderly coupled exactly matched my old friend Trevor’s grandparents who had lived in the lower level of his house until their deaths. Since Trevor and his family had moved years after his grandparent’s deaths there was no way Grant would have ever met the elderly couple and obviously he had experienced a paranormal event that never again was repeated.