I had a grand idea to research the property where I grew up. There had to be some kind of documented murder or suicide to explain the spirits in our house. I hate to admit it but it was not as easy as it looks in the movies. I love Google but, no matter what keywords I used, I could not get any information. Next, I went to the County website to look up the records on the property. I entered the exact address and the township name. Again, I yielded zero results. Literally, it said “your search yielded 0 results”. Folks, it seems the entire address has been obliterated.
Rather than accept that the county’s website has drastic flaws, I decided to let my imagination run wild. After all, that’s what I do best. What if the house was a portal to another dimension? For over a century, that house served as a gateway between the world we know and the spirit realm. My bedroom was the toll bridge that monitored the traffic passing through. While the house stood, both dimensions were on a parallel trajectory. About eight years ago, when the house was torn down, the portal was destroyed. Because both dimensions splintered from the parallel timeline, it caused a tear in the space-time continuum. In this world, house number 1565 no longer exists but now there is no trace-not a single record. Instead of the house being the portal, I became the portal. Only a connection with me allows a glimpse into the once stately, old home and the spirits who were able to cross over. I checked my old photographs and not a single picture of the house itself remains. Sure, I have pictures of friends and family in different rooms but pictures of us outside, that showed the house, are all gone. I’m feeling a little like Marty McFly in Back to the Future. The pictures completely faded because the timeline shifted and the reality that once was, is no longer. When I am gone, the last connection between that house and this world will disappear. Only time will tell if a new portal will be opened. Until then, sleep well.