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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.

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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!

That Indiana Home Pt. 1

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.

Recreation.

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.

Hey Man!

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.

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.

Don’t Go In The Basement

Here’s a good rule of thumb. If someone tells you to not go in the basement, don’t go in the basement.

I had the pleasure just now of driving a guy from our local airport to his hotel, and we got to talking about ghosts. He told me of his grandparent’s old house, where he saw an old woman standing in one of the upstairs windows a handful of times.

He said his grandmother was always walking around outside the house praying. He never asked why, but it could’ve been because of the house she lived in.

He told me back in the early 1900s there was cult activity in the area,  specifically where that house was. For a short period, some cult types lived in the house and somehow got a hold of his grandfather’s sister. They kept her captive, tortured her, and used her for cult reasons. Eventually she died because of it. She was in her 30s when it happened, and his grandfather doesn’t talk about her much.

The grandparents moved back into the house and had to deal with the activity that went on there. And the basement was a place they didn’t bother going.

I thought it might be more of a dirt floor cellar, and that’s what he said it was. One of his brothers decided one time to go down there with some others. They all claimed they saw a small black mass hanging from the bottom of the steps, and it had dull red eyes. It was instantly on his brother’s back. When they all ran from the basement, the brother had claw marks and scratches all over his back. They never went back down there.

So remember kids, when someone gives you a warning like that, listen!

He told me he could spend the night alone in the woods with no problem, but he always got chills going by that house, even now, and it’s no longer standing.

Personally, I’m glad I’ve never had anything like that happen to me, but I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t a little jealous. Great story! 

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.