The House

I live in Helena, Montana.  We pronounce it hell-eh-na not he-lee-na.
Gold, discovered here in 1865 made it an overnight boom town, while
a civil war was raging in the East. It's a very small town with the city
limits boasting 25,000 people.

The town is unique and I fell in love with it
 over 40 years ago. The gardens and the old
houses beckoned to me. Many miners did strike
it rich and expensive mansions popped up
throughout the city with each house vying
to be different. 

I can go out my back door, walk 2 steep blocks and I'm at the base
of a mountain that provides many walking paths. There is one house
located just before the sharp incline where the mountain begins.  Some
how, this old house reaches out to me and every time I actually
stop and take in all the house's magnetism.  Cody dog would always
look at me as if to ask, "why are we stopping?" Even if she could
talk, I'd never have an answer, I just had to stop for a while  and
afterward, "The Ghost and Mrs. Muir" always entered my mind. lol

Joanie, a shirt tail relative, grew up in Helena and knew of every
family who lived on the West end. One day we were walking  up
to the mountain and talking about history, a favorite subject to
both of us. I was saying that I had read most of Stephen Ambrose
books because he was my favorite historian. 

Joanie said, "He used to live right up here."  I got so excited and
wanted to see his family house. Well, of course, it was the house
where Cody and I always stopped.  I was speechless but not
surprised as things like that often happen to me.

I don't know what one would call it, a
vibration, a ghost beckoning, an apparition
conundrum, or just enthralled with an old
house?
Anything like that ever happen to you?