This Post Is Two-Fold: Make Sure You Hug Your Policepeople Today, And Ronald Reagan’s Ghost Is Living Upstairs At My House
Written by Daisy // August 31, 2010 // Weeps And Glees // 32 Comments
So, if you’ve been reading the past few days, you would’ve noticed that Mock has been holding down the proverbial fort for the most part, while I’ve been jet-setting to places like Iowa. And Pennsylvania.
AWESOME.
Anywho, I got back at 2 am today, and I’ve been trying to catch up on things. Of course, my life is one of those where whenever I start making plans, it seems to have a plan of its own and I just sit back and watch things unfold. Take today, for example. Six cops just left my house.
I figure instead of explaining the past hour and a half to our clever and competent readers, I’d just post Mock’s and my IM thread that basically explains it for you.
Here you go:
Daisy: are you there?
Mock: yip
Daisy: i just had six cops at my house.
Daisy: four cop cars.
Mock: WHAAAA?A
Mock: what in the world???
Daisy: yeah. I thought someone was upstairs.
Mock: are you k?
Mock: omg
Daisy: i heard a man’s voice, like on the phone kind of man’s voice.
Daisy: up in Dandelion’s room.
Daisy: so I was like, “um, yeeeeeah.”
Mock: holy crap what was it????
Daisy: I barricaded myself in my bedroom, got my Glock, put an extra round in my pants, and called Mr. Daisy. Mr. Daisy kinda got mad at me and demanded, “CALL THE COPS. THAT’S THEIR JOB.”
Mock: where were the dogs? were they going nuts?
Mock: OMG WHAT WAS IT?!??!
Daisy: so I went outside, and of course I freaked out because I saw the blinds sort of move upstairs in her room….
Daisy: nothing.
Daisy: they did a sweep of the whole house.
Mock: WHAAA?
Daisy: here’s the thing.
Daisy: my Dad bought Dandelion this book….
Daisy: it’s him – her Grandpa reciting the Night Before Christmas.
Daisy: and I thought maybe it was the book.
Daisy: because it sounded JUST like it.
Daisy: but you have to OPEN THE BOOK and turn pages for it to do that.
Mock: holy crap throw that sh*t away
Daisy: and NO ONE LIVES UPSTAIRS since Stepflower is back at school and Dandelion sleeps in our room
Mock: that’s creepy as hell
Daisy: i know. i’m totally pitching it.
Daisy: it may be burned tonight, I think.
Daisy: but I didn’t just hear it once.
Mock: so they looked absolutely everywhere?
Mock: in every possible spot?
Daisy: i heard it. Then, it stopped, then I heard it again about five minutes later. which is when I called the cops.
Mock: EVERY HAIR ON MY ARM is standing up right now
Daisy: they had their guns drawn and were screaming, “***** COUNTY POLICE….IS ANYONE IN THE HOUSE?”
Mock: i can’t take it
Daisy: guns drawn, all over my house. SIX OF THEM
Mock: holy mother of crap
Mock: and they looked under beds and in closets and everywhere, right?
Daisy: that was kinda comical, actually, considering I told dispatch I just wanted ONE DUDE WITH A GUN to come out and check my upstairs.
Daisy: they looked everywhere.
Daisy: they even went into my attic. with their guns drawn.
Mock: wow
Daisy: so yeah.
Daisy: if someone is in my house, then they hid well and they’re still here.
Mock: send tessie to do a 2nd sweep
Daisy: and I still have a gun with an extra round next to me, just in case.
Mock: omg
Daisy: I did the dog sweep!
Mock: that is OUT OF CONTROL
Daisy: i had all the dogs go all over the house with me to see if they smelled something weird.
Daisy: they’d go towards a person smell.
Mock: but you didn’t hear any shuffling or rustling around after the voice right?
Daisy: totally bizarre
Mock: it was just the creepy voice?
Daisy: i heard a rustling after the voice, yes.
Mock: OMG
Mock: I am totally freaked out
Daisy: but God only knows…it could’ve been my imagination at that point. I was SPOOKED
Mock: are your windows up there open?
Daisy: I went to the doctor right before lunch hour, and didn’t lock my back door. And I didn’t set the alarm, and I usually do.
Daisy: so when I heard the voice, I immediately thought, “holy sh*t….the dogs were in their cages…someone could have walked right in and just be hanging out upstairs”
Mock: You might have yourself a ghost
Daisy: the police totally thought I was a stupid bimbo
Daisy: you know they do
Mock: were they hot?
Daisy: you know what? I think I may have a ghost.
Daisy: OMG. like THREE of the six were totally smokin hot
Daisy: and I was all,
Mock: HA HA HA HA HA
Daisy: “well, since half your squad is here, do you guys want a cold beverage or something?”
Mock: HA HA HA HA
Daisy: two of them laughed.
Mock: omg
Daisy: the older guy didn’t think it was funny
Mock: that is SO GREAT
Mock: stupid older guy
Mock: what does he know
Daisy: i was like, “I swear I’m not mental. I heard voices, and they were NOT in my head.”
Daisy: and the dogs were mauling all of them. with love, of course.
Mock: and was the creepy book in the same spot as always?
Daisy: yes. the creepy book was CLOSED. and in the exact same spot it’s always been.
Mock: Yep. You’ve got a ghost.
Daisy: you have to open the book to a PAGE to have it talk.
Mock: Which is cool if he’s nice.
Daisy: so I’m a little spooked by it all.
Daisy: i hope it’s my Grandma.
Daisy: i mean, my Dad gave us the book. his mom being the ghost would make sense.
Mock: but a man’s voice? What’s your grams doing with a man voice?
Daisy: well, my assumption is that the ghost wouldn’t talk itself….it would open the book that dad made
Mock: you know who it is? Ronald Reagan.
Daisy: OMG. It’s TOTALLY RONALD REAGAN.
Mock: HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA
Daisy: Yep. It’s Ronald Reagan.
Mock: It’s official. Reagan is living in the upstairs of your house.
Just so we’re all clear. There is never a dull moment at the Daisy/Mr. Daisy ranch, Ronald Reagan’s ghost is apparently living in the currently unused nursery upstairs in my house. And, policemen are awesome. And should be given hugs more than usual today.
It’s not even 2 pm. I need a drink. That is all.
32 Comments on "This Post Is Two-Fold: Make Sure You Hug Your Policepeople Today, And Ronald Reagan’s Ghost Is Living Upstairs At My House"
omg
I am glad you are ok
tg you did a dog sweep
wouldn’t it be cool if it WAS Reagan?
your im’s look just like mine
OMG, you two are a hoot!! As a retired police officer I can honestly say Daisy, that I’ve been on MANY of those types of calls over the years. Lotsa ghosts milling about spooking people. Although, I have just as often found an intruder, which is why it’s always best to call the police. And what’s with the “ONE” extra bullet? Perhaps, an extra full magazine or speed loader would be more appropriate! LOL You ladies crack me up!
Really Cindy N? I’m actually GLAD you’re telling me that, because I didn’t want to call them. I felt like a moron, but I was also NOT GOING UPSTAIRS ALONE. I just knew they’d send a gazillion officers to my house. I just wanted one. With a bigger gun than mine and more guts than me.
It was an extra magazine…I just relayed it in a total chick way.
All I know is that I’m hoping to facesmash Ronald Reagan. Now’s my chance. FINALLY.
I love when Daisy gets ghosts. Especially when they’re nice.
Scared me a little, there Daisy. Glad things are OK.
BTW, “Were they hot?” Nice, Mock. Real nice.
Who knows? Maybe my house will be like one of those highway underpasses with an image of Mary, where people travel from all over to hold vigil. Only this will be at the Daisy/Mr. Daisy ranch and will resemble more of a Field of Dreams situation where people are driving from all over God’s green earth to come listen to Ronald Reagan read a children’s book in Dandelion’s nursery.
I should probably start preparing some sort of snack bar in my front yard for this.
MD – don’t tell Mr. Mock I said that.
On second thought, he would be surprised if I HADN’T said that, so never mind.
Daisy, if Ronald Reagan reads it, they will come….
I totally believe in ghosts being in the house…and you were absolutely correct in calling the police. I hope it is President Reagan. That would be so cool. I am sure he is a fan of ya’lls.
The Ghost of Dutch. Oh, yes, I’d start my pilgrimage this very day. I was at the Republican Natl Convention in Houston when he said his good-bye to his beloved Republican Party. Can you say weeps, on the floor, sobbing? That was me.
Glad you are ok.
I am needing some clarification. Is this like one of those talking halmark cards? And your grandfather’s voice is in it? Am I having a blonde moment?
And yeah, ghosts toally exist – had more of my share of creepiness with plenty of witnesses. I can only imagine how you must have felt. Good thing to have the magazine and the dogs –
And on that note, it’s five o’clock somewhere, have at it!
Could have been a cell phone or CB radio bleeding over a baby monitor or a radio upstairs. In some cases radios will come on even though they’re turned off. Probably Reagan though.
Laughing and sharing! Glad you’re ok Daisy!
LMAO!!
Janice – YES, it’s one of those books that you can record your voice. It was so sentimental and awesome – my Dad is reading Twas the Night Before Christmas to his granddaughter, so she can have her grandad read it to her every year. The thought was really sweet. And it seems neat in theory. But the thing is, NO ONE LIVES UPSTAIRS right now. Like, a human being hasn’t been up there in at least 4 days. And, you have to open the book to hear the voice. And, it was sitting in a basket, closed, on the floor. Yet, I heard a specific man voice twice upstairs, as if someone was talking on the phone. So, the whole thing is a head-scratcher.
Bob – I thought about the radios. My husband is a HAM operator, so I’m used to hearing voices coming from his radio every now and then. He’s a morse code guy, really. So I REALLY hear dits and dahs a lot more than voices. This was not the radio. And it wasn’t coming from his radio room, which is clear on the other side of our house.
Yep. It was Ronnie.
If you are going to Iowa, I do not care what you are flying, you are not “Jetsetting”. lol
Wonderful event and the telling was just so “I am there with you”. I am sure it was frightening and the mister was right. Call the boys in blue! Ghostly experiences can sometimes be explained but more often than not they can’t be. I say buy some jellybeans, put on a big pot of tea and wait. If he shows, give him a big hug from me. In the meantime go get that drink.
JMD – I LOVE the jellybeans idea.
And Richard – I was CLEARLY being sarcastic. My life is SO FAR from jet-set. Believe me. I’m painfully aware of it.
I was scared for you and laughing at the same time! I do believe in ghosts so if Reagan shows up, please give him a hug for me!
So creepy! I would not be able to be in that house alone EVER again! My daughter and I would both have to move out because she is just as much of a chicken as I am! And let me just say, that I think you are such an awesome woman to go grab the gun! I wouldn’t even know how to load it, and I consider myself pretty independent. Unless there is something scary, or ya know, spiders or something.
This is so weird: I am just reading a spooky book by Shirley Jackson, “The Haunting of Hill House.” Scary story about an old house, and a weird housekeepers and so on…how uncanny!
When we lived in Elkhart IN, my stereo system would pick up the signal from sheriff’s transmissions…maybe that’s what you have heard, Daisy – the voice would come through loud and clear without the stereo even being powered.
That was no ghost. Hide your kids. Hide your wife.
Ha ha ha ha!! You can run and tell that, Antoine.
Ok ladies, it will be a two day drive for me. I’ll help out with the snack bar. But we got to get us a Ouija Board.
Antoine, LOVE!!!
now she needs the song!
This same thing happened to a friend of mine when she was little and when her dad insisted that the police go back in they found a strange man hididng between the mattress and boxspring!
Oh thanks Anonymous! I hope they checked the mattress!
Having had both an intruder once, that was stopped with my shotgun, and a bonafide ghost as well, I am glad you called the police!!!
Better safe than sorry.
If it is Reagan I will be there shortly with my concession cart. the cart is for sale if you want to buy it!
I am a cops wife and I totally would have called. Just a note though, those books, when the battery is low will start doing odd things. Glad all are safe.
Laurel I want to hear both stories.
Yes, Laurel, inquiring minds want to hear both stories….please!
I had noises at my backdoor once. I called the sheriff out twice, nothing there, no birds, bunnies, or pranksters. After that the noise happened again, but I was in the room that time to hear it was the door popping, not rocks being thrown at it or bunnies hitting it. Egg on my face! And of course, at the time it was happening my husband was out of town all summer.