I used to live in a little brown house in Alexander valley on hwy. 128. Next door was an old big mint green house. Both houses were owned by the same family and the big house was known for it’s bright green color
and the swastika shaped window on the front door which was really an arts and crafts motif since the house
was built before WWII yet the owners were German and were kind of nazi-like in their behavior.
We were usually friends with the many different tenets who passed through the big house and we shared
parts of the property. The houses had been built by a man named Abshire who had once owned large areas
of the valley and even been secretary of agriculture to the U.S. Anyway, at one point the only neighbor left
was this guy named Jim who then had a mental breakdown. He got crazier and crazier and started
sleeping outside in a tent because he said there were ghosts in the house. He was also drinking heavily and
he didn’t have a job so eventually he was evicted with lots of drama. Well here is where the story gets scary.
Imagine, if you will, a winters night in the country. It’s dark and quiet and still and in the early early morning
and you’re deeply asleep and suddenly the person sleeping next to you wakes up screaming a blood-curdling
scream. This is what started happening regularly. and that’s not all. My wife Sandra and I started dreaming the
same dreams, or nightmares. The dreams involved chickens and Italian field workers who wanted raw chicken.
They would be in our kitchen asking for the chickens. We both dreamed this. There was a peacock who lived
on the property, (Mr. P, more on him later) and sometimes I would dream about just his legs, giant peacock
legs walking, toom toom toom. There was also times I would dream there creepy people standing on the side
of the bed watching us we slept. I would wake up suddenly but I wouldn’t be able to move my body and I would
just lay there frozen looking around the dark room. This went on for awhile and I fell into a pattern of waking
up every night around the same time, 3 or 4 in the morning. It got to point where we were both exhausted in the morning. We decided to contact a local psychic, Pam Bolton, and asked for her help. She brought over
her spiritual woman’s group and they did a reading on the house.
Part II next time
