Just now I was outside smoking a cigarette and when I came back in my wife and dad were watching TV and my wife informed me the channel just changed itself before I came in. And not just by one channel, but several. Skipped from one to the other.
Dad said it happens every now and then when the weather is bad.
I’ve never, ever, heard of a TV that did that. Ever.
Yesterday my dad and I decided to rotate the tires on my car. The front two were bald and the back two looked new, so it was time. We got the passenger side done then started the driver side. I then discovered something I should’ve known but didn’t because… well I have no excuse. I discovered my lug nuts have covers.
I found out when we took a break after doing the first side. My dad was holding the last lug in his hand and the cover came off. He put it back together and tried to pull them apart but they wouldn’t separate.
A short while later we had taken both tires off the driver side and had flipped them and we were in the process of screwing the lugs back on. Out of the corner of my eye I saw one drop out of dads hand. He said “shit!” and reached down to pick it up, but realized it was just the cover and not the lug. It dropped right between his feet and the tire, a space of less than a foot.
We couldn’t find the lug. Anywhere. I pulled the car forward (once we finished the rest of the lugs) a foot to see if it had somehow rolled or bounced behind the tire, but it wasn’t there either. It was just gone.
At this rate I’ll be blogging a lot.
The other morning I woke up at 6 like I normally do and I used the bathroom, then I took Rosie, our new dog, outside to do her business. While outside I noticed the bathroom light was on. I knew I had shut it off, so I figured maybe my dad or wife were using it.
When we went back inside just a moment later, the bathroom light was out, and so was my dad, fully reclined in his chair, completely covered from head to toe in blankets, and snoring, just like he was when before I took Rosie outside. Still, could’ve been him. And regardless if I had forgotten to turn the bathroom light off, it was off when we got in, so something either turned it on, or off. Or both, which I’m guessing. Probably Mae. At least I hope it’s Mae.
Today my wife went into her office and came back out. She locked the door with a hook latch, just to keep the door closed because it doesn’t stay closed on its own. She’s got a mother cat nursing babies in her office and she doesn’t want Rosie getting to them, so we have to keep the door locked.
A couple hours went by and she looked up to see her door standing open, the hook latch had come off.
From one door locking to another unlocking. Mae’s really at it.
We’ve now been in our new home for a few weeks and nothing has really gone on. At least not that we’ve noticed. Until yesterday when we had another incident with the fridge. My bread was in it. Just like how the beer was out of it that one time, our bread was in it when I went to make a sandwich. I thought my dad had done it, but today he told me he had not and that he hates cold bread. Neither my wife or I had done it because we don’t like cold bread either. I believe Mae is messing with us.
Just like I believe she locked me out of the house earlier today. Jen and I came home with our laundry done (we now have to use a laundromat) and we were making multiple trips from the car to the house. On my second trip with a handful of laundry, I couldn’t open the door because the deadbolt was locked. I went to get the keys but my dad was coming outside and let me in. He was shocked to have to unlock it and claimed he hadn’t locked it. He was the only person to use the door after I had come outside. We don’t use that lock except at night anyway.
One thing’s for sure. With these last few things that have happened, I’m the one being focused on. I can’t wait to see what else goes down!
Remember I told you my dad lived on a farm that used to be a pay lake? And how he’s had some interesting things happen to him in the past there, including a ghost man who spoke to him twice, and ghost cars that seem to speed up and down the driveway, revving their engines and slamming their specter doors in the middle of the night.
Well, not much has happened lately, though my dad tells me sometimes the TV remote will be in places it shouldn’t be. My wife and I are moving in with him to help keep an eye on him. His health isn’t the greatest and I don’t like him living alone that far in the middle of nowhere. Since we’re moving out we’ve been going out more often to clean and get ready for the move.
Tonight we stopped out and something interesting happened to all of us. First though, my dad told me how he has a selection of kitchen knives in a wood block on the counter next to the stove. One day he walked by and noticed it was gone. He asked the former owner if she had come in and taken it with her and she said no. Then a few days later it appeared back on the counter like it had never left.
That same counter is where what happened tonight went down. Dad told me he had some beer in the fridge and to get one if I wanted, so I did. It was a six pack of that new Budweiser/Jim Beam beer.
I distinctly remember opening the fridge and pulling out the bottle from the six pack box without touching the box, and I shut the fridge.
A half hour later my dad got up and went into the kitchen to get a beer. He yelled, “Why’d you leave them on the counter? They’re getting warm.”
I informed him that I hadn’t set them on the counter, or even taken them out of the fridge. None of us had gone into the kitchen since I had grabbed a beer. Actually none of us had moved since I sat back down from getting the beer. And none of us noticed the fridge open or shut, either. But somehow the beers in their box made it out of the fridge and onto the counter, right in front of the wood block with the knives. Apparently they hadn’t been there long, either, cause they were still cold.
Have you heard about this? Apparently it’s a big deal on Twitter.
This guy began having dreams of a child with a dented head named David, and the child would just sit in a chair in the guy’s room, watching him sleep. Things continued to get worse and worse until eventually the guy was taking pictures of the child in his apartment.
The source for that picture is also a really good article on the topic, if you don’t feel like going to Twitter and following along from the beginning. It gives good highlights of the tale.
The thing is, in this day and age this could easily be faked, and you can believe it’s fake all you want. Apparently a lot of people believed that until the story continued to grow and no “punchline” was ever seen. The article I linked to said it seems legit and why would somebody come up with a story like that for no reason, as this one seems to be. Well, many people would do that if it seemed like something they would enjoy doing, just to drag people along.
I don’t know what to believe, but it’s a cool story and it’s good enough to give you the creeps. Tell me what you think below.
I have a friend named Peaches who lives in Northern Kentucky and her apartment is haunted.
I’ve always been of the idea that if an apartment is haunted, chances are the whole building was. However, it seems as if the ghost in her place is only in her place.
Probably because this ghost killed himself in what is now her bathroom. It used to be his.
She has had a few encounters with him, and several people have seen him before knowing the place was haunted.
Up until the other day, the only experience I had had with him was feeling electric in the air in the bathroom, feeling his presence. The air was thick, with a chill down the spine.
I’ve only heard one ghost speak before, up until a couple days ago.
I went to the bathroom and just as I was zipping my zipper up I heard someone behind me yell something that sounded like “HEY MAN!”
It happened so fast that I missed it, and the first word came out more like a noise, like maybe an “eh” but it sounded like it started off quiet and got louder. Almost like it flew up on me while it was being said.
The second word sounded just like “man” but it also sounded like it came from right behind me, between me and the bathroom door. And there was only enough room there for a thin person to stand there. That’s how close it was to me. I felt it on my neck.
Also, it wasn’t muffled like it came from the other side of the door, and it was a man’s voice and I was the only guy there.
Now I don’t want to use the bathroom there. Not cause of the ghost, but for the same reason I don’t pee in public. I don’t like other people watching me pee.