Category Archives: The In-Laws

In-Laws Pt. 3

If I can’t live in a haunted house, I’m so thoroughly happy that I know people who do. If I didn’t already love my in-laws, this would push me to it.

I saw them today, and was told some more creepy things.

I mentioned before how my Aunt lost a sandal until it miraculously reappeared six days later right in plain view where it should’ve been the whole time.

The other day she went to Walmart, did her shopping, and went to check out. She reached in her purse to discover her wallet was gone. She flipped out trying to think of where she left it, which should have only been right in her purse. Then she wondered if someone had snuck up next to her and stole it without her knowing.

She called home and had her mother and grandson look for it, and eventually they found it. It was in the small garbage can next to her bed. Never mind there being no reason for it to have ever gotten there, and no recent incidents that would’ve caused it to even be near the garbage to possibly fall in, BUT, there was a small box sitting on top of the garbage that had a lot of silverware in it that couldn’t be lifted with one hand without risk of dumping all of the silverware out. Because that box was there, there was no opening big enough to the garbage can to allow her wallet to get in there.

The reason I brought up her sandal is because she leaves those next to that little garbage can, which are both next to her night stand next to her bed. Whatever is in her apartment must like that particular area, apparently.

And then my MIL told me about what happened to her the same day. After the Aunt in-law, AIL, came home from Walmart and got her wallet, her mother (or my grandmother in-law) and the downstairs neighbor Bruce took Ayden, the grandson, home. That left my AIL and MIL in the entire building by themselves.

My MIL went down to the basement to do laundry, yet right above her, in Bruce’s apartment, she heard a kitchen chair scoot across the kitchen floor, and she heard footsteps throughout his apartment.

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In-Laws Pt. 2

I was out with my in-laws tonight and they got to talking about their apartment building again.

They still continuously smell cooking all the time. Breakfast is a popular one, eggs, sausage, bacon. They also smell baking, like cakes and cookies. Only three of the five apartments are rented out, and they all know each other, so they’ll text or call each other and ask if they’re cooking to find out they’re not.

My MIL says her bed shakes sometimes while she’s trying to sleep. She yells that they better be rocking her to sleep if they’re going to go through all that. Then it stops. Sometimes.

She also saw a woman with brown hair in a white dress walking out of her bathroom one night, and then she faded away.

She came home once and smelled heavy cigar smoke in her living room. She had to light five incense sticks to get rid of the smell.

Here’s the one that got me. This is one of the few things that creeps me out.

My aunt in-law said about a week ago she was sitting around watching TV and she felt something sharp poking her, so she checked it out and found what appeared to be the very tip of a baby’s finger nail, as if it had been trimmed. It had red nail polish on it. The only babies that have been in that apartment have never had nail polish on, and the one that spends the most time there is a boy. And even then it hasn’t been in a long time.

That prompted the MIL to speak up again and say that her and one other tenant also hears a baby crying, all the time. Said when it happens it lasts a long time, and it’s usually at different times of night. Aunt in-law doesn’t ever hear it. But there’s nobody near them who has a baby, including in their building, yet they say it sounds like it’s coming from in the building.

No thanks. I don’t do ghost babies. That’s creepy AF.

In-Laws Pt. 1

I’ve written about some of the things my in-laws experience in the apartment building they live in, here and here. And one day I hope to have even more stories about some of the other places they’ve lived. From what I’ve heard of these stories, you’re sure to love them.

Yesterday my wife’s aunt called me specifically to tell me of something that just happened to her.

She’s on oxygen now, as she only has so much use of her lungs, and she said when she goes to sleep at night she takes off the nose piece to her tube (for whatever reason) and hangs it on her night stand next to her bed. One night she did the same, and woke up the next morning to see that it wasn’t there. She has several, so she just grabbed another one.

Then, she said she had taken her sandals off and left them where she always does. One day right after her nose tube thing went missing, so did one of her sandals. Her and two others searched all over for both the sandal and the nose piece, and they never found either.

Six days later, her sandal was not only found, but it was in the place where she had left it originally. She still hasn’t found the nose piece to her oxygen tube.

Who’s There?

Since today was Christmas (MERRY CHRISTMAS EVERYONE!) my wife and I spent the day with her family. I spoke once about some of the activity they have in their building.

Tonight I was standing in the doorway from their hallway to their living room. Directly behind me was their front door. I heard someone knock on the door 3 times. Directly behind me. There was no mistaking that sound.

I opened the door, stepped out into the hallway, and absolutely nobody was there.

I told them what had happened and they told me a new story that happened to them just the other day.

They had a green Ever Ready (I think) flashlight. Just one of those cheap plastic ones that usually only cost a dollar at the auto store. It was standing up on the flashlight end, on the end table next to a recliner. My wife’s cousin said she was looking right at it when it suddenly lifted up into the air like someone tossed it. She said it came up about 6 inches and flew apart, both pieces of the flashlight breaking apart and the two batteries inside coming out.

They said that was the SECOND time it had done that, except the first time it was in a different location. After the second time they threw away the light. I’m not sure if that will help them or not, but the story is awesome!

All That Noise

My wife’s aunt and cousin live in an apartment building. Their apartment is where the youngest boy, Ayden, sees a man in the kitchen and one spinning his picture around on the wall.

In the apartment directly above theirs is where my wife’s mom lives, and she lives alone. Tonight she told us that any given time she’s in bed she can feel someone or something rub her cheek or play with her very long hair. She also said she sees white mists floating through her place.

One day the aunt and cousin where at home and heard her banging around above them. They were scared, thinking maybe she had fallen or something, so they called her to ask what all the banging was about. She said she wasn’t even home and nobody was up there. They claim they hear it all the time, where it sounds like people are stomping on the floor, or there’s a party going on, or there are people having conversations up there. All while she isn’t home.

While we were speaking about it and the paranormal in general, my wife’s aunt couldn’t believe how there could be skeptics, especially when children see the things they do. Sure they can have vivid imaginations, but there are times when you know they’re not lying.

For instance, another of my wife’s cousins has a young son, and one day last year they were out driving. He asked his mom if she could give him some gloves to give the man across the street on the corner, because he was cold. She looked at the corner and saw nobody there, and she told him that. He said there was indeed a man there and he was cold because he was dead.

I’ve said it before, there is nothing out there that will change the mind of any skeptic. I just found out I work with one, and I didn’t even bother to say what I believe. I only said that everyone has their own opinion on the subject. He hasn’t brought it up to me since. Eh. I don’t need to change his mind, but when a child is serious about seeing something to the point that it scares them, I believe them, and have a hard time believing someone else wouldn’t.