Well, the rallying went pretty well until today, when we expected my dad to be dismissed. It turns out now his kidneys are causing problems and he needs to be examined and tested by a kidney specialist. Doctor Albers arrived at 9 PM tonight after examining my dad's records, said the problem may be caused by the dehydration, but they will see if cancer is overcoming his kidneys, check for other problems, and he may be released on Friday. It never rains but pours.
On a creepy side, the farmhouse owned by my brother Randy was built around 1880. When he bought it around 10 years ago, he added a new front room, renovated the interior, and inherited the ghosts, which have been manifesting themselves in creepy ways. This morning around 6 AM, something heavy sounding like a heavy table or safe crashed to the floor next to my bed. The room I'm occupying supposedly has a "little boy" who played with the daughters of the previous owners. The other night, quite early in the morning, someone came in the front door and walked up the stairs. I thought it was my nephew Matt who - it turns out - didn't come home that night. Lots of footsteps on the ceiling which my brother and sister-in-law say is my imagination. Matt assures me it's not. Welcome to Hill House.