When I bought the house, I installed a set of drop down attic stairs to make it easier to use the attic for storage. I was up there working the day before Christmas, and pried up a floorboard. It snapped in half, created a puff of dust and a small piece of paper flew up from beneath the floorboard and stuck to my shirt. This is what it read:
"Merry Christmas and Happy New Year from Frank Bartkovich"
I went right downstairs, I did.
Freaky!
>a small piece of paper flew up from beneath the floorboard and stuck to my shirt. This is what it read:
"Merry Christmas and Happy New Year from Frank Bartkovich"<
Whoa, that sounds like something that happened in my grandparents' home. Thirty years after it was sold out of the family, my cousin bought it back. During renovations, they found, in one of the fireplaces, one of my grandfather's cards. He had died in 1954, of a heart attack.
The family has looked at this occurance as my grandfather's approval of getting the home back, and it's renovation into a real showplace.
Really good story.
Oh, that's a goooodd one!
That's neat. Really.