TOURING GLENDALE WITH BLYTHE

Both of us had a hard time getting to sleep last night.  Just about the time I thought she was asleep, she would say something; same with her.  I told her that I thought the Motel lady was fantisizing about the ghosts.  "I'll bet she has little loud speakers planted in trees and all over so she can make strange sounds come over them.  ....I think it might be a way for her to establish a rumor which would cause the thrill seekers to come here."  I said.  At any rate, we finally got to sleep and slept well.   After we got dressed and had breakfast, we set out in a tour.  I wanted to start at the beginning so I took her to 839 Norton.  I knocked at the door and no one answered.   The house was all original and that was unusual as most of the houses had add ons and looked little like they used to look..but 839 was original.  To my great surprise, there was a for sale sign in the front yard.  I wrote down the name of the Realtor and we walked around to the back....thinking someone inside would see us and think we were interested in buying.  The back yard was virtually the same other than a different tree was growing where the Chinese Elm used to be.  "This is incredible...most people have put pools in their back yards....this is just like it was except for the beautiful flowers and bushes around the border of the grass."   I walked up on the open back porch and peered inside...there were no curtains and the house was empty of furnishings.  The back door to the dining room was locked, but when I tried my door to my bedroom, it opened.  I told  Blythe that this was such good luck that I smelled a fish somewhere.  She said "Maybe if you step inside, you will be ten years old"  I actually was a little ancey about doing just that, but, we did.  It looked slightly smaller than I rememered.  I opened the closest door and the old shoe rack was still there.   It was a metal rectanguler box recessed into the wall with rods spanning side to side to put your shoes in.   We went down the hall and I said "When I was little, I used to ask Mom to leave the hall light on as the dark scared me when I went to bed."    I had a story to every room including the living room when I ran naked from the bath tub to the living room to talk to my dad and the neighbor girl was visiting and I didn't know it.  She erupted in laughter and I ran yelling back to the bath.  We were back in the living room and we saw a car pull up and park right behind my four wheeler.  A rather tall and slender man dressed in a blue suit got out and looked inside our truck He then looked right at the house we were in,  he then walked down the driveway and we saw him pass by the kitchen window.  He was headed for the back and we felt a little fear and wondering if he would come in.  "Maybe he is the realtor"  Blythe said.  We rushed to the front door and tried to open it, but the realtor's lock was on the outside and the door would not open.  We heard his key in the main back door and with no other choices, we ducked into the clothes closet and pulled it shut. "Why are we hiding...we have done nothing wrong...it is reasonable to explain we were intersted in the house...we did not break in..." Blythe said.  I countered  "He showed a little too much interest in our truck...he looked at the inside...then, he looked at this house wondering if we are here....It's very common for cars to park on the street...why was he so curious..maybe concerned"  We could hear his footsteps on the now bare wooden floors..he went into every room..we could hear doors opening and closing....Then he left and locked the back door.  We tip toed out and looked through the front window which still had the venitian blinds lowered.  He went to his vehicle, got in, and drove off.   "Let's get out of here'  Blythe said.  "Let's wait a little while, when we leave, let's go through the back gate on the fence that is between this and the house in back.  Then, one of us will walk to the truck from the street in back and pick the other one up."   Blythe looked at me and asked "Are we being silly?"   "Maybe, but recall you were a P.I. once and you know how questionable people act...I tell you, his lingering around our truck was way glaring.....(to be continued)