The house is two stories and completely furnished, mostly with old antique furniture.I write this to document the strange occurrences going on in this...house since I moved in. I never was one to believe in ghost stories or anything of the paranormal but over the past month, this house may make me a believer.Night 1During the day, nothing happens that I can tell, the strange happenings mostly occur at night. The first started around 6 pm. I was watching America's Got Talent on the television. But it worked! I hauled her downstairs and threw her out into the backyard! She'd better not shit in the vegetable garden again!"The silence in the Taxi was deafening.YES MARTHA, THERE ARE BLOND MEN TOOA friend told the blond man: "Christmas is on a Friday this year."The blond man then said, "Let's hope it's not the 13th."Two blond men find three grenades, and they decide to take them to a police station.One asked: "What if one explodes before we get there?"The other says: "We'll lie and say we. “One-Six-Three to Dispatch, copy going to Matucket State. One-Six-Three, out.”I looked over at Jim. “Wonder what that’s all about?” I said.“No clue. Who runs Campus Police?”“Ralph Hurston. He was on Investigations forever, ran the Gang Task Force for a while, then switched to the Drug Task Force. He left us as a sergeant and was hired there as a lieutenant.” Ralph and I weren’t buddy-buddy, but we were friends, and our work together on the DTF/TRT takedown of the Holden family and their drug. “What’s up, Kayla?" Luther greeted.“How you doing, Kayla?" Ted said.“I'm good, Teddy. What’s up with you?"“We’re good. The real question is you hanging with Courtney now?” Diamond said.“Now, I can explain...” Kayla said.“Oh, and where’s Mr. Prescott?"“College trip,” Kayla said.“Oh. Proceed,” Diamond said, with the others listening.“So before class, I was talking to Kareem and Kenyon...”“Wait, the twins? From the football team? Yo, I heard they both fucked the shit out of...” Luther Lawson got.