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Ghostly Time In the Bedroom
Privacy Means Nothing to Some Ghosts
ANDREW BLEVIN, GAZETTE
Pete Williams never believed in the supernatural until a ghost nearly cost him his marriage.
His encounter with the dark side began five years ago. Caught up in the excitement of being a newlywed, he and his wife, Jocinta, moved into a house in the suburban area east of Golden Valley.
Since his wife was a strict Catholic, the couple waited until their honeymoon to consummate their union. Having spent all their money on a mortgage, the couple decided to spend their first night together in the new house.
"Looking back now, I can laugh about it," says Williams. "We really went to town decorating the master bedroom. Jocinta and her sisters filled the room up with all kinds of romantic junk, like at least a thousand candles. At the reception, I purposely held back on my drinking so I could, you know, put on a decent show for her."
Despite the self-imposed sobriety, things didn't go quite as planned.
"When we got home, I think Jocinta set a record for getting out of a bridal gown. And that was one complicated dress. She practically shredded it, she was so ready for married life, if you get my drift. She couldn't even be bothered to light any of those candles", recalls Williams.
The blushing bride was the first to enter the room, quickly followed by her eager husband. The passion vanished almost immediately.
"As soon as I put my hands on her, Jocinta started to shiver.", says Williams. "I figured it was nerves, so I tried to make her feel comfortable. She wasn't my first, so I figured I could set her at ease. But she kept shaking and she broke away., saying she just didn't feel right. I guess I didn't hide my disappointment very well, so we had words, and I spent my honeymoon on the couch."
Chalking up the experience to wedding night jitters, the couple tried again the next night, but the same sad scenario played out in the bedroom. After a few nights, Williams' frustration grew.
"I figured I'd been played for a sucker. I figured she used her religion to keep me from learning she just didn't like sex," says Williams. A wry smile crosses his face as he continues.
"But that wasn't the case. One day, Jocinta was messing in the garden and I was watching her. She was wearing this really cute outfit, so I couldn't help myself. I came up behind her and started nuzzling her neck. Next thing I knew, she was ready to have sex right there. I didn't think the neighbors would appreciate a show, so we went up to the bedroom."
Once there, the bashful wife had another case of the jitters. For Williams, it was the last straw.
"I don't want to repeat what I said, but the air got blue. I actually got in my car and drove off, thinking I was going to find a lawyer on a Saturday. Luckily I had the radio on."
And what Williams heard startled him. It was a report on a protest by a local native Indian band. Their spokesman was pleading a case for compensation from the government. Back in the 1960's, the local government tried to develop a tract of land which had been an Indian burial ground centuries earlier. Protests caused the government to change their minds, and the matter seemed resolved.
However, the area was leveled overnight to make way for new housing. The developer claimed that he was given maps which indicated the burial grounds were elsewhere. Protests were quickly quelled with a show of force by the local police.
Instead of a lawyer, Pete Williams drove to the library. After a few hours of research, he learned that his house was one of those built over the sacred grounds. Going back home, he spoke with his new neighbors and learned that each one had their own story to tell. They spoke of pets being skittish around certain areas of the yards, plants never taking root , and babies crying if brought into certain rooms.
Williams decided to give his marriage one more chance.
"I walked straight into the house, found Jocinta in the kitchen and told her to shop cooking", recalls Williams. "I pulled the curtains and proceeded to be as romantic as I could. That's where we had our honeymoon."
Later that day, the couple took the bed and set it up in another room, and with that, marital bliss fell upon the Williams household.
"Once things were cool between us, Jocinta finally told me that whenever she took off her clothes in the master bedroom, she always felt really creeped out, like someone was watching and disapproving. She didn't want to tell me, because she was afraid it was a mental thing and I'd try to get a divorce," recalls Williams. "Once I heard what happened to others, I figured maybe the room was haunted by some spirit that didn't want to see us getting it on."
The master bedroom was turned into a den, but Jocinta never felt comfortable being in the room. So Williams decided to get back at the unwelcome party poop, plastering the walls with posters of women in various stages of undress.
"Yeah, I even put up a few Playboy centerfolds there for a while," laughs Williams. "I figured I'd rub it in and give that spook an eyeful all the time. Mind you, Jocinta's relatives didn't seem to get it."
The couple divorced last year over matters unrelated to the physical aspects of their union, thus allowing Pete Williams to finally make his story public. Of course, the house has also been sold. The new owners happen to be another young couple. Were they told about the curse of the master bedroom?
"They didn't ask, so I didn't tell," says Williams. "And no, I haven't bothered to ask about their love lives since then."
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