Since today is Halloween, I thought I’d write about the house that I grew up in and all of its craziness. It was a nice house in a really nice neighborhood but we had some weird things happen in that house!! One night a drunk guy drove through our yard. Our neighbor across the street died in his house and no one knew he was dead for a few days. A fatal accident occurred right in front of our house. Someone stole my purse from inside my sister’s car. We ended up getting it back because a lady found it at the park and the only thing missing from it was a small Bible. We lived close to the lake and we had several water moccasins pay us visits. My dad’s van, which was parked about 20 feet from our front door, was stolen from our driveway. I still remember opening the front door and saying “Uh, Dad where’s your van?”
Perhaps the strangest thing that ever happened in that house happened when I was about 9 or 10 years old and it involves a few classic cases of good ol’ misunderstanding. It was a Sunday morning and we were getting ready for church. My Dad was out of town preaching. Mom was downstairs in her bedroom. My brother, Brian was upstairs in his room. My sister, Jana was upstairs in the shower and I was downstairs in a bathroom that was close to the kitchen. I remember it so well. The whole house started to shake violently (which is very disconcerting when you’re using the bathroom). There was an extremely loud BOOM and I was terrified. I didn’t know what was happening. Was this an earthquake? In Texas? Did a bomb just land right outside the
bathroom door? Was this the Lord coming back and the trumpet player was perhaps a little rusty? What was happening? I anxiously opened up the bathroom door and turned the corner. That is when I saw IT! There was a BMW in our kitchen. Yes, you read that right, a BMW in our kitchen. I looked into the living room and saw my mom lying on the floor covering her head with her hands. I shakily said “Mom…” she started screaming, “AMBER, GET DOWN, THEY’RE SHOOTING AT US, THEY’RE SHOOTING AT US, GET DOWN AND COVER YOUR HEAD!” Because I suppose that if someone had been shooting at us my hands would serve as great protection from a bullet to the brain. Anyway, I said, “Mom…no one is shooting at us, there’s a car in the kitchen.” She slowly lifted and turned her head and saw the car that had busted through the windows and bricks and took out our kitchen table. Within seconds my brother was barreling down the stairs in his skivvies with a pistol in his hand ready to defeat the terrorists that he thought were intruding our home. During all of this, we all kind of forgot that Jana was still in the shower. She had obviously heard the commotion too and thought that burglars were breaking in at 8am and that if she got out she would have to fight them naked. I guess she weighed the options, should she get out of the shower and see if her family is ok or should she stay in the shower for about 45 minutes petrified the entire time, she opted for the 45 minutes (thanks, sis!)
My mom calmed my brother and assured him that there were no terrorists. Mom, who had just gotten out of the shower herself, got out the phone book to try and look up the neighbors phone number because even though there was a car in the kitchen and a huge gaping hole in our house, she apparently was not dressed appropriately to walk next door and tell our neighbors “We have always admired your BMW and thank you for giving it to us, but this was not the way we imagined it. Maybe next time you could try just leaving it in our driveway with a big red bow on top, like on Christmas commercials.” We knew that this was our neighbor’s car. Their back driveway faced our kitchen and well, we recognized the car. I was staring at the car and the massive hole in the house along with my brother (Jana was still in the shower) and mom, with the old school phone book in hand, said “hell!” well at least that’s what I thought she said. I turned around about to cry because I thought I had just heard my Mom say a bad word. I shouted, “Mom, I know you’re upset but we shouldn’t say bad words!” Mom looked at me a little confused and then said with a grin, “No, Amber, I said ‘Hale’ that is their last name, I was trying to remember their last name to look up their phone number.” She called them and told them what had happened. It just so happened that he could take his keys out of the ignition without putting his car in park. The car had rolled down their driveway, gaining momentum, and crashed into our house. Our neighbor made a mad dash to the hardware store and within an hour or so, he had a tarp and had made a temporary patch for the wall.
You never expect something like this to happen, but when it does it makes for a great story on a blog years later.
Well, the house got fixed and looked all pretty again, for a while at least. I’m not sure if you’re going to believe this, but it is 100% true. A few years later there was another loud BOOM, the house shook again, but don’t worry, it wasn’t a BMW it was a Mercedes!! (Seriously dude, if you can’t remember to put your car in park, buy cheaper cars!) The same neighbor, who had traded in his Bimmer for a Mercedes did the same exact thing again! I was beginning to think that our house had magnets in it and was drawing the cars to it. My dad jokingly told our neighbor that he was going to attach a bungee cord to his cars so that when they started rolling backwards down his hill, they would fling back and hit his house. This time my mom didn’t call them. Their garage door was open and so she walked into their garage and knocked on the back door. When he opened the door, he was a little irritated that someone was coming in through his garage. My mom started to speak but before she could even get the words out, he saw the car, the house, the bricks, the ruins and he took off to the hardware store once again.
I told you that some really weird things happened in that house. I mean how many people can say that a car has crashed into their house, and how many can say that it’s happened TWICE?
I went to the old house yesterday to take some pictures of the outside of the house and the lady who lives there now invited me in and I took a walk down memory lane! I also found out that the Hales still live next door but I saw no evidence of another crash and I couldn’t bring myself to tell this sweet lady about the day a car/burglars/terrorists/bomb came into her house.
Have a happy and safe Halloween!
Oh, and by the way, Jana did finally get out of the shower!