Cuddles POV
My house is known to be the haunted house in our street. Before mine was even built, there stood a previous house that had been burned to the ground by a fire and later a new one had been rebuilt in place where my present one now stands.
My maintenance man, Handy, who lives within my block said that when he was about to paint the house, his paint cans would end up anywhere until he decided to tie them up with a metal rope. As he would paint one area, he finds that his paint cans are dismantled again. He would be very furious and claimed that Lifty and Shifty, the troublesome twins, stole his cans of paint.
Yet when he confronted them one afternoon, they said to have never took it, they were nowhere even near the area at that time. Despite the false claims, Handy was still skeptical that the twins are telling the truth. After all they did steal a couple of things about a week ago, namely Petunia's bike, Giggles lawnmower and they even hijacked Lumpy's car. All within the vicinity of the place. At least that what I heard from the rumors going when I first moved in.
The next day, Handy found several hand prints on his newly painted walls. He wondered where it came from when the whole house was locked tightly. He assumed the twins couldn't have not done it, because he knows that when they ransack a house, the twins usually leave the place empty and devoid of possessions or sometimes when in a hurry to escape, leave the remaining items in disarray. He was in a state of shock and said that he will never set foot on the house again.
When I occupied it, many of my neighbors claimed that it was haunted, including my new found friends Petunia and Toothy, who told me that every night, a little girl can be seen and heard playing in the bedroom.
One of the toughest challenges for a clairvoyant, like me, is seeing an entity who lives inside my own house. There are times when I want to rest from the day's work and then find something in my own room. I encountered such a thing just around October 2011, just a day before Halloween.
Lying on my bed doing my usual compositions, I felt someone stepped on the mattress. Thinking it was just my cat Milkshakes who usually sneaks for a few naps behind me, I was about to stroke his head...but he was not there. I ran my head on the dent of the mattress, I felt something warm and invisible. This went on for weeks, everyday something is stepping on my bed and I keep thinking it was one of my two cats, Milkshakes or Fluffy, but every time I check there was no trace of anything or anyone.