The trip down to Missouri and the infamous ghost house began before even leaving Chicago. The house had been purchased and we were just starting to pack up the boxes for the move. On the kitchen wall hanging on a cup hook was a Crucifix, the catholic cross with Jesus hanging on it. My dad and I were sitting at the kitchen table playing a game of chess, when all of the sudden the Crucifix jumped off the cup hook and landed on the floor with Jesus getting broken in the process. I had been totally against the move, and told my dad that this was a sign to not move, of course he did not listen.