Plot: Beginning in 1968 and spanning four decades, this true story chronicles the hair-raising otherworldly experiences that nearly drove an ordinary housewife and mother to the breaking point. Not every haunted house is an old Victorian mansion, as the author and her family discovered when they bought a modest house in the suburbs. Even a starter home can be a dwelling place for spirits—especially if it holds a tragic secret from the past.

My Review: My friend gave me this book to read back in February 2010. I put down my Sookie Stackhouse (True Blood) book and started reading this one right away. I started out reading it pretty fast. Those that know me know I grew up in a very haunted house and enjoy anything dealing with ghosts. Ghosts are also the only “horror” type of thing that actually spook me out….other then real killers obviously. Anyhow I was excited to read and see what this woman had been through in all her years of living with a ghost.

To be quite honest the book isn’t that good for people who are ghost crazy. The author writes about noises constantly. That’s pretty much it. Twice towards the end of the book she briefly mentions seeing an actual ghostly apparition, but mainly its about tapping sounds and items going missing. Towards the end of the book there is an incident where a Tupperware container of spaghetti sauce goes missing..about 6-7 months later it shows up again…washed..in her cabinet. Its at this point, if not earlier, you just wonder if the lady is nuts and SHE or someone else misplaces the items. I know from personal experience that people can misplace things in the oddest of places and not realize it till later, blaming it on someone else. But I also know from experience that things can go missing and show up in the oddest of places by some unseen force. I just don’t know that it would happen quite that much without anything more significant going on.

Sadly I lost the rest of my review here. Just weirdly all of the sudden I went to copy and paste and the program shut down. Thankfully it did auto recover the above portion. But I’ll have to rewrite my closing statement, and I know whatever I write just won’t be as good as the first draft.

The last 50-75 pages were by far the most boring. Its just a bunch of info about her family and her dog barking at things that aren’t there. Once I hit this area of the book I slowed in my reading of it. I just lost all interest.

Overall: Mrs. Woelm is not a bad writer at all, its just that she could have said all she wanted to say in 100 pages instead of dragging it out to be 270ish pages. After reading this I’ve actually been contemplating writing my crazy ghost experiences down in a book format, I sure did see a lot more then this lady…

[rating:2/5]