I swear I have a poltergeist. Ever since we moved in here, strange things have occasionally happened: lights go on and off for no reason; things once broken seem to fix themselves; one little elephant chachki in particular walks off the end of the shelf it lives on — and items go missing. Regularly.
It’s never anything valuable, but it’s usually something shiny. Cigarette lighters, quarters, you know.  Then they magically reappear, usually in the middle of the dining room table. The whole thing is kinda weird, but even weirder, we’ve gotten used to it.
Today, it was the screw top of the milk jug. Sigh.  Maybe it’ll turn up soon…
Things disappear around here too. I call where they go the black hole. LOL There is a set of car keys and a video camera in that hole.
Your ghosts have better taste than mine! Good luck with the search party!
You know about the ghost that used to live across the street, don’t you? When Sharon described him to me (I think only Carl and Lisa had seen him), she described my uncle’s father-in-law who lived there for many years.
The ghost became so annoying that the local Catholic priest came and blessed their house. The ghost didn’t return.
We’ll talk later about who might still be in your house.
We have one, too!! I totally know what you’re talking about! Do things ever turn up where you’ve already looked about a dozen times? Our ghost likes to take things and then put them back after we’ve been driven crazy looking for it. I kid you not. Sometimes it’s very quiet for a long time, then for some reason it will be very active. I should probably keep a log of it or something so that maybe I could figure out what makes it act up like that. LOL
The milk jug cap is back! There it was, on the kitchen counter….
Forty years ago when my grandparents were building their house on the property that I still call home had some weird things happening. Hammers and saws would go missing. The house was built perched on a rock overlooking a long, narrow basin of water and people who were helping to build the house would stop for a moment to stand on the rock to appreciate the westering sunset. Suddenly, something would hit them at the back of their knees that they’d fall and slide down that gentle rock slope toward the water’s edge. None of them would tell the tale until one day after the roof was put on and they were all enjoying a beer, one brave soul admitted to their incident. Suddenly half a dozen people told their similar story.
Well, my grandmother had a bit of Irish pixie in her and she regularly “saw” ghosts. One night, she heard the front door open and slam shut. She got out of bed, walked into the livingroom and saw what she described as a young First Nations girl standing in the middle of the room. Nana screamed, woke my grandfather and by the time they regroup, the apparition was gone.
They called this acre “Us ‘N Charlie” maybe to appease whatever spirits had been disturbed by the excavation for their house. They later called in some ghost hunters and the ghost hunters told my grandparents that they had a strong sense of a death on the rock where everyone had been pushed. A young boy had fallen and drowned. Thus Charlie. Do I believe any of this? Of course. There’s more to life/after-life what any of us and can and feel. I’ve felt the soft steps of a recently deceased cat walk up the length of my bed and settle beside me. I’ve watched other cats suddenly stop, cringe and walk around a spot where THEY obviously sensed a presense. Just cuz you can’t see it, doesn’t mean that it doesn’t exist.
Happy haunting to you all!
Deborah