The Ghost of Tenants Past… Where the ghost busters when you freaking need them?

Now the blue house, which we like to call it now, has been called many things when visitors first see it. A Slave House, a Plantation, Frederick Douglass’s First Home, the Great Debater’s Home, and the most common the Haunted House. Yes, the house is old, but no it is not that old (I think). Anyway, whoever refers to it as the Haunted House always asks right after…

“Have you seen any ghost?”

And the naturally answer is…

“No mutha(explicit word)! Why would I still be here if I saw a ghost?”

However, to be honest that answer is actually false. There are ghost in the building that we, the current residents, have been trying to get rid of since we happily/forcefully moved into our little home. Who are these ghosts? They are the tenants who lived there before us.

I know what you’re thinking…

“But isn’t it cruel to be writing about them as a ghost?”

The answer…

“Stop interrupting me!”

Let me get back to the story. Well when I say ghost I do not mean that they are physically there (even though one did remain, but by our own choice). What I mean is that there presence still haunt the halls. Their presence haunt the halls in the way the walls look (random colors in all the rooms), the bags they left to be pick up God knows when, to the damages to the house. All these things are constant reminders that they lived here and it all has haunted us since we moved in to the point we’re almost pulling our hair out.

The prompting for this note came from the fact that when we, unfortunately, had to request that the last old remaining tenant move out due to the fact that the land lord wanted her, the lovely ex-tenant retaliated (let me state this tenant is never at the house, which sucks more when they appeared in he house back from God knows where and begin to float down a hallway nearly scaring you out of your mind) she turns off our power, which they promised to switch in our name. So the power company walks in turns off power and walks out leaving us in the dark. As we sat in a powerless house one thought crossed our mind.

“Where are the Ghostbusters when you freaking need them. These ghosts got to go.”