Uncle George
We bought our house in 1983. It was an estate sale. George Ellis had lived here many years; his wife died about five years before he did. He was the unofficial "mayor of the neighborhood" -- he used to go around fixing people's fences. Our street is a cul-de-sac, so it's a relatively close-knit neighborhood. When we moved in, the next-door neighbors invited us and everyone else on the block to a get-together to welcome us. 'Twas very nice. George had been an electrical inspector, so he wired up our house with the latest, snazziest electrical technology of the 1970's and 1980's ... but that's a whole different story.
So is the ghost story.
We had to go to court to get the house. It's a routine thing, in an estate sale. George's niece had to come out here from Modesto. Nice lady, we talked with her a bit. She told us a few more details about Mr. Ellis, and kept mentioning "UncleGeorge". To this day we refer to him as Uncle George.
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