Sunday stuff

Today DD and I volunteered at our local historical society museum. We both enjoy being there and today was just like every other day we volunteer, quiet with a few people wondering in for a tour. DD has worked there for years and she knows about everything in that house. I just started last month so I let her do tours and I try to listen in when I can. One of the more interesting parts of the tour is Rev. Rankins room. His grandaughter lived there in the late 1800's (I think...I'm bad with dates and don't have my paperwork near) A few years ago DD and her friend were there one day and they were goofing off and talking about Rev. Rankin. The next time DD gave a tour she was explaining to the tour group about the bedroom that has his original furniture in it. When she said "Rev. Rankin came here to stay with his grandaughter and died in this room, in this bed" the dresser door opened. It is one of those dressers with drawers down one side and a door on the other side. DD reached over and shut the door and started again "Rev. Rankin died here in this room," the door opens again. She shuts it again and quickly guides the people out of the room. She didn't volunteer for a few weeks and then she went back ready to guide tours again.
Fast forward to today. We had a new docent, a young girl who was very interested in the ghost story. She had heard from people that the house was haunted and said she would like to hear something but that she would run down stairs screaming at the top of her lungs. I was joking around and I said "Rev. Rankin you should let her know you are here." We were there for a few hours and nothing happened out of the ordinary other than the new girl reached up and turned on a light we haven't been able to make work for months...no idea how that happened. About 15 minutes until time to go home and DD and I start closing stuff up. We cover the old clothes and some of the more fragile displays, turn off air conditioners and shut the old shutters. We told the new girl to go on home and we would close up. DD and I sat in the back hallway waiting until 4 so we could lock the doors when all of the sudden someone starts walking around upstairs. The back hallway at the top of the back stairway makes a horrible creaking noise with each stop you take. We listened to the footsteps down that hall......realizing that no one else was in the house. It was so weird, not those creaking noises houses make when they settle, it was distinct footsteps that we know because we walk in that hall all the time. I would like to say we bravely went upstairs and asked who it was and what they wanted.....but we brought in the open sign, turned on the alarms and went home...10 minutes early.