Worn Out Welcome

When we were first married we received a nice welcome mat as a wedding gift. We moved into our first apartment after our honeymoon and placed the mat out front. Within a week, someone had stolen it. Welcome to the neighborhood.

Our basement in our new home has been described to me as a scary Michigan basement. As I pondered the possibilities of storage, I asked for clarification. Can I put my food storage in it? I was told it had a dirt floor and could be used for storage if I desired, but I was told just don't go down there after dark. Well, I wasn't creeped out until now, thanks.

One night, before we moved in, I went over there late in the evening. As I was leaving, I noticed a little bit of light emanating from the basement window well. Creeped out, I drove back to the lakehouse and somehow kept forgetting to go down in the daylight to check on that light.

Finally, once we moved in, I again noticed the creepy light on after dark. With visions of a ghost living in my basement (because a ghost would need a light of course), I told Matt that I was going down to check something out and if I didn't come back in twenty minutes to call the police because the ghost or vagrant in the basement had gotten me. (As a side note, I believe Matt has yet to venture into the basement.)

My heart beating quickly, I discovered a bulb that was not connected to the main switch. I quickly loosened the bulb and ran upstairs. I was told a ghost lived in our last camp home, but not to worry since she was happiest when children were in the home. I'm hoping that if there is a ghost here, he also likes children (in a friendly way, not roasted with a nice plum sauce way) and that he doesn't mind that I turned out his light.

So last week I bought a new welcome mat for our new home. The one left here is a bit worn out. It says elcome in a fading script. I almost threw it out, but as I have use it up, wear it out, make it do or do without etched into my soul, I found a new home for it. I placed it at the bottom of the outside basement stairs. The stairs are accessed from an outside storm door--you know, the run for your life it's a tornado storm doors, or the Ghost Access Door if you will.

As I shut the storm doors, I could make out the faint elcome on the mat and was once more creeped out at the thought that I may have just made the ghost's abode a bit more inviting.

Wanna come visit?