I think we've reached the point where the house starts fucking with us. The four month mark. Heh.
Mind, it's an old house (documentable to 1940, but likely older), so *some* noises are expected as it settles more in its age. But other noises, not so much.
Such as, three nights ago now, being woken up out of sound sleep by the sound of something trying to either gnaw its way out or gnaw its way in, through the aluminum siding. Even Mark heard it and went, 'what the fuck is that?'
Turning the porch light on, revealed nothing. Though the outdoor security light that brightens when there's movement nearby, was bright at that moment. So something was definitely out there. Or under the house, or in the wall. A perusal around the house, particularly on the bedroom side, revealed nothing. No claw marks, no damaged siding, absolutely nothing. We do know we have a Northern Black Racer living in the cellar, but snakes don't make *that* kind of noise.
This morning, Mark tells me goodbye and says he thinks the house is fucking with us. I ask why. He says because he was standing in the kitchen and swore he heard cats fighting in the attic space. So he went up and looked. Nothing. And nothing had been disturbed. But he heard two cats fighting, clear as day. When he came back downstairs, he put the broom he'd taken, just in case, back in the corner on the stairs and closed the door. Then he heard a loud 'thump'. So he thought the broom fell over and opened the door back up. Broom hadn't moved. Upon closing the door again, he heard a loud thump again. This time, he didn't bother looking.
I'm sitting here at my desk, music is on in the other room, and suddenly I hear a kitten meow. A clear, plaintive meow coming from the other side of the door next to my desk that we don't use (there's a bookcase on the other side).
Now, Miss Sassy was sleeping on my desk- she now wants scritches- and Morrigan was in the kitchen. And I know their meows. So I go pause the music, check on the cats just to be sure, Caena is following me around and I stand in the foyer/library and listen...
And hear absolutely nothing.
We know the second owner had at least one cat in her time here- said cat is buried out back in what will become the pet memorial garden, marked by a slate headstone. We know the third owners, whom we bought Five Oaks from, had 2 dogs- said dogs' ashes are scattered where said cat is buried. So it wouldn't surprise me if they were still around.
Sometimes Fezzik drops an old branch on the back porch roof and it's really loud, but its also distinctive. So are the sounds of his acorns falling and rolling off the roof- and boy are there a lot of them. But those are distinctive, and none of the noises we've heard are them.
None of the pets have reacted to any of the noises either. Caena was sound a sleep on the bed when we were woken by the gnawing noise. She didn't move. Miss Sassy didn't react to the meows I heard. They are completely undisturbed by the happenings.
So obviously, there's only one explanation for all of this-
The house is a trickster. }:P