The Disbeliever

One evening while getting dinner ready, my husband and I were reminiscing about the tearoom. I was thankful that we closed the business but missed the people. I also noticed a significant drop in ghost activity as well which lead me to another journal entry:

It was a Saturday and we had just come back from going to yard sales. Cassie, my firstborn, and our employee, Cathy, were both giggling in the kitchen, saying that they thought they had a visit from Mary. A loud thump had come from the backroom and they both went to investigate. Cassie happily showed Mark and me a box on the floor with laundry soap scattered everywhere. The box had originally been placed on the top of the washing machine. Somehow it ended up in the middle of the floor.

So how did my knight of logic, try to explain the soapbox landing in the middle of the laundry room floor? With lots of questions, of course. He asked Cassie all of the usual.

Did you have the washing machine or dryer running?

She answered No.

Did anyone slam the back door?

Again, she answered, No, not even the front door.

Was the box hanging over the edge of the washing machine?

She had dropped her shoulders and rolled her eyes and exhaled, moaning, No, we checked all of that already.

All of the fun had been sucked out of the moment for all of us by this point.

Mark's explanation was, Well, something happened - boxes don't just jump off appliances with no reason.

He soon became bored with the situation and went out to the car to retrieve our yard sale treasures. But they didn't say that there was no reason, they said that they thought they had a visit from Mary. I loved the story and laughed right along with them. That is until I had to clean up all of the soap off the floor. Cassie had scooped up most of it but wanted to leave everything in place for me to see.

Our reminiscing that evening was interrupted with the muffled sound of a spare smoke alarm going off in a basket in the Roman Garden Room. I laughed with raised eyebrows, watching Mark.

It's not a ghost!, he said with a smirk on his face in an attempt to hide his smile. I tell you, love, I need to see one before I believe it.