Someone really should do a reality TV show in Hillsborough, North Carolina. There are a lot of wild stories still being created in that little town, I would bet.
When I lived there, my friends the Comans owned a lumberyard in town and lived in a 1700’s vintage home full of priceless Cloisonne vases from the Ming Dynasty. Theirs was a most unusual variation on quiet country living. Mrs. Coman was a psychic, and neighbor and friend of Dr. J.B. Rhine and his wife, who was also a psychic and able to telepathically call her children to dinner from miles away. Dr. Rhein founded of the Rhine Institute for Parapsychological Studies at Duke University, the first of its kind.
Furniture would inexplicably move in the Comans' home, dishes would fly to the center of the room, cats would suddenly gather mewing with distress and rubbing against your leg, often just before something odd would happen.
The Comans' life was full of odd animals and a myriad ghostly apparitions of an endless variety, though sadly none ever appeared when I was visiting. They had a ghost cat that one might see flitting from room to room out of the corner of one's eye. A cat fight once broke out in their home once during a party, so the story goes, but only one cat could be clearly seen, the other appeared as a gray, cloudy, indistinct shape.
