From: rn11195@sage (Robert Nehls)
Subject: Fatherly Ghost?
Organization: Medtronic, Inc.
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Date: Tue, 13 Oct 1992 18:41:36 GMT



When I was 12 years old, my father died of a massive heart attack. He died in our
house on a stairway that connected the kitchen to the bedrooms upstairs.
While he was alive, he operated a real estate office for about 25 years from
our house.  Enough for the preamble.

About six months after his death, I woke up one night because I heard what I
though was a typewriter noise coming from the office below.  I was so
convinced, that I got up and went to the kitchen and listened.  The sound
was quite clear and seemed to intensify while I was listening (as it turns
out, the place that I was listening from was almost directy on top of the
place where my father had died).  This happened at least a dozen times.  I
never had the nerve to go downstairs and look into the office (now I wish I
had).  I told my mom this and she got very nervous (she had been there when
my dad died and this clearly bothered her).  She convinced me that it was
just my overactive imagination trying to bring my father back by remembering
something familiar.  Perhaps she was right, either way I didn't want to
upset her anymore, so I dropped it.  I tried to accept her explanation even
though it happened a couple of times after I had told her.  

I didn't give these experences much more thought until one day, about a
month later. I was awake and playing down in my basement with a friend.  It
was a Sunday and we were the only ones in the house.  I again heard the
typewriter and immediately asked my friend if he heard it also; he had.  We
sat there for a couple of minutes listening and trying to decide what to do.
Then we heard a very loud and distinctive squeaking that was caused by the
office chairs moving (they were older chairs with squeaky casters and they
rolled on those plastic carpet protectors; so they made a sound that I was very
familiar with).  This was the last thing that we could handle, (we were sure
that there was a burgular in the house) so we made a run for it.  As we were
running for the back door, I glanced into the office and didn't see anyone.
Once we were away from the house we set up a surveilance of the house, with
me watching the front and left side of the house and my friend watching the
right and rear sides.  Being that I lived on a fairly busy street, it didn't
take long for a squad car to come by and when one did, I flagged it down.
After I told the officer what had happened, he went into the house with gun
drawn and performed a thorough search of the house.  While he was writing up
his report, he assured us that if there was some one in the house, which he
doubted, that he must have left when he heard us running out.  This may be
possible except for two things.  One, my friend and myself didn't take
longer than 30 seconds max. before we started watching the house.  Second
and most importantly, why would a burgular be typing (which we both heard).
To this day, I'm now 33, I still haven't been able to come up with a
reasonable explanation for what happened.  
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Bob Nehls                             Sr. Design Engineer
rn11195@sage.medtronic.com            (612)574-8559

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