Helen slipped her feet into her bunny slippers and made her way to open her bedroom door. She could hear Randy, her husband brushing his teeth. They had been married long enough that the thought of it still made Helen giddy, but the sight of Randy in his boxers didn't really do much for her anymore, "Randy, I'm going downstairs to start breakfast."
"Offkai dea, I'beee dun ffooon," Randy's big beer belly and a bit of his boxers peeked around the corner slightly as he responded. He scratched his hairy chest and waved with his toothbrush through the open door.
Helen, 45 years old, didn't bother waving back. She nodded, then shuffled her way out of the bedroom and down the stairs in her old housecoat. At the bottom of the stairs, her feet stepped on something that caused a soft, metallic, clinking sound.
She glanced down and stared for a few moments to make sense of what was on the floor. 'HELLO LET'S TALK' was spelled out on the floor in silverware!
After she had her fill of staring, she walked back upstairs to confront the culprit, "Really Randy, what's the big idea?"
"Whuff's du matta?" He muttered with toothpaste dribbling out of his mouth.
"Why is there a message on the living room floor, written in silverware? Are you trying to insinuate that we don't talk enough anymore?"
Randy spat in the sink, "What are you talking about, Helen? Are you still half asleep?"
"Come see for yourself," Helen said, "I don't understand what's going on Randy."
"Ok I'm coming," he said as he wiped his mouth. He followed his wife downstairs and his jaw dropped as he saw a fork gliding through the air and gently landing on the floor beside the other words. He saw a group of utensils just hanging in the air. Just then a spoon gently took up a place beside the fork. Others followed in quick succession, spelling, MY NAME IS JAMES.
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Helen screamed and ran upstairs, tripping on the top stair. She quickly scrambled to her feet and ran into the closet and slammed the door. Randy was close on her heels. He grabbed a suitcase and started packing valuables. "Helen, let's get out of here! We need to hurry! Help me pack so we can go!"
As they drove out of the driveway, they called the landlord. "We can't stay here any longer. The silverware is flying through the air and it is spelling words! There is a ghost in the house." Helen screamed into the phone!
"Calm down lady. You aren't making any sense. There is no such thing as a ghost. Besides we have a lease; you can't just take off. You are still responsible to pay me 'till the end of the lease," Ray White, the landlord, managed to mumble, before Randy interrupted him.
"We wouldn't stay another day in that house if you paid us," Randy yelled into the phone! "We will mail you the rest of the money and your keys. You can deal with the crazies yourself!"
And on that note, Ray White found himself needing to rent out Huntington Acres.....AGAIN! "People make up the craziest stories to get out of their leases! Can you imagine?" he said to no one in particular. " A ghost and flying silverware?" He walked up to the beautiful Victorian home and found it unlocked. "They couldn't even take the time to lock it up," he commented as he opened the ornately carved wooden door. He walked into the family room to the left of the front door and over to the stairs. Spying the silverware on the floor, he took time to read it and then laughed out loud as he read the name James! Well the Hinkleys did their homework all right! I wonder how they found out Captain Collier's name was James. As he walked upstairs to check on the condition the Hinkley's had left it in, he wondered what the man who had built this grand old house would think about all of the crazy people who had rented it over the years. "I wish just one normal family would take this place and it would stay rented for more than a year," he thought.
Ray's thoughts wandered to his dad, who had run this business many years before Ray took over. He came home one day, ranting and raving, "How in the hell am I supposed to rent that God-damned house? This is the second set of tenants who are complaining about things being out of place and being moved around! They say there is a ghost!"
Ray, a young teen at that time, laughed, "Dad that is so ridiculous! They are just trying to get over on you! Don't be so naive!" But now, many years later, he had to wonder.
Ray went to lunch with his business partner, Steve Eskew, a few months later at the Ponderosa Steak House and over his T bone and salad, they of course started talking business. Steve mentioned how smoothly everything was going with his new secretary and Ray said, "Yeah, until your wife figures out what goes on in your office! Say, did you see we got a bite on the Huntington Acres after we listed it online?"
"It's about time," Steve said "Will you be able to reel this one in?"
"It's a woman with two kids and they are interested in leasing to own. I expect them to make an offer today, actually, so if we could keep lunch to a minimum, I'd like to get back within the hour," Ray said excitedly! "That place has been empty long enough!"
