Author Archives: Matt Roberts

Dad Gets A Call

We were just sitting around talking about the house I lived in when I was a kid, and my dad was telling us about some things that happened to him. Mostly to my wife, since I’ve heard all these stories before.

Except for this one.

My dad was named after his dad only he had a different middle name. Never mind that, everyone called him Junior. Except for his mom, who affectionately called him Junie.

Dad said that about a month after his mother died, while we were living in that house, he got a phone call. On the other end was his mom who he said sounded very far away. She said “Junie” twice and the line went dead.
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That Indiana Home Pt. 6

A few days ago my wife went into her office to find one of her heavier crystals across the room on the floor from where it had been sitting on her desk. Many possibilities, sure. But still eerie, especially considering that a couple days after that she was sitting at her desk and a big owl figurine she has, which is completely flat on the bottom, flew off of her desk right in front of her.

Tonight, just a few moments ago, she was in the kitchen making something to eat. She walked into the living room to give me a bowl full of grapes and went back into the kitchen. She turned around to say something and the kitchen light turned off, on its own.

How London Deals With Ghosts

I saw this on Facebook and thought it was pretty funny. I’m not sure who the original poster is because I forgot to look.

That Indiana Home Pt. 5

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.

That Indiana Home Pt. 4

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.
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That Indiana Home Pt. 3

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.

That Indiana Home Pt. 2

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!