Haunted Mansion?

Recently, I have been obsessed with finding my brother and sister-in-law a house. I have looked up and down the streets of Springville, Mapleton, Provo and Spanish Fork. I have spent hours and hours doing online research for them.

Well, yesterday, I thought I found it. While I was supposed to be watching Jake try out for football, I wandered off instead in search of the ultimate perfect house for my inlaws. As I rounded the corner of the most beautiful ridge in Springville/Mapleton. I saw a sign in one average looking yard of one average looking home. I thought to myself, well it's not much to look at, but I better take a closer look anyway. So I got out of my car and snooped around to the back of the house, like I pretty much do at every house I see. But this one was different. I rounded my way to the back yard where I first saw a small little studio house with the cutest little porch and pergola and a cobble stone walkway. Then I SAW IT, a full sized tennis court with two basketball hoops on the ends in a magnificent enclosure. AND as if that were not magical enough, I found a path behind the studio house that curved it's way down the hill side and ended right at a river. AND as if THAT were not enough, directly across the river, was a beautiful park and walking path. WOW!!!!!!!!

So, I ran home to tell anybody who would listen about my amazing finding. (My hub picked up my son from football, just in case you thought I forgot about him.) Then the rest of the night, I couldn't stop thinking about it.

Be patient, the scary part is coming. When I went to bed that night, I was channel surfing and ended up watching The SKELETON KEY as I fell asleep. Keep in mind that although I am a fairly old, middle aged woman on the outside; on the inside I am still the very scared of the dark young girl that grew up in a haunted Minnesota mansion. This did not bode well for my dreams that night. I had horrific nightmares about that little insignificant house with the beautiful tennis court. I woke up with images I probably shouldn't even tell you, just like I did every night of my childhood as I dreamt about the ghosts in my house.

So, perfect or not, I just don't think I could ever stay past dark at my SIL's if she bought this house. (unless, of course, the ghosts also play tennis)