My dad just had his bike worked on at a friend’s house down the road, and he came home just now on it, finally after a week of waiting, and told me this.
The friend who worked on it, we’ll call him Pitbull because he raises them, told my dad that a couple years ago he had a buddy who lived down the street from him and his buddy killed himself. In his will, he left his motorcycle to Pitbull. Pitbull has had it in his garage ever since.
Recently, the friend’s dad came to Pitbull’s house and told him he wants his son’s bike back, but Pitbull said it was in the will that he get it and he’d have to think about it. So he thought.
He told my dad that while he was working on my dad’s bike, certain parts would fly across the garage. Once when he was walking into the garage he saw my dad’s ape hanger handlebars tuned completely downward, and they were locked in place.
Apparently things happen all the time in the garage only, and he thinks it’s his friend.
Pitbull told his wife, after thinking about it, that maybe he should give the bike to his friend’s dad. He went out in the garage to look at it, and in the fine layer of dust covering the bike, someone had written in it, “Don’t do it.”
Since we were just sitting around, my dad told me of two things that happened to him here on the property.
He mentioned that he had two dumbbells that he had on the floor next to his recliner. One day they were gone. He looked all over for them and never found them, to this day.
That story led to this one.
Years ago he was dating this chick who was Native American. She found a Native American made watch that she loved and bought for my dad as a gift. He loved it and wore it all the time, until something on it broke and it no longer told time. Instead of getting it fixed, he took it off and put it on his gear shift in his van. He drove around with it on there for a while and then one day he got in his van and it was gone.
Though it was possible someone stole it, it was very improbable. One day he decided he was going to clean out his van and thought that maybe he would find the watch. He cleaned it out and didn’t find it. A couple days later he got in his van, and it was hanging off his gear shift. It had been missing for over a year.
I’m not sure what to think of this, but my wife is sure it was paranormal. And hell, it could be, I don’t know.
The other day my dad and I were sitting in the living room and my wife was in her room. I smelled something cooking and mentioned how it smelled good. My dad said he wasn’t cooking anything, but my wife said she was burning incense, but I wasn’t smelling that.
Dad said something in the kitchen was smoking, so I got up and went to check it out. I opened the oven and a cloud of smoke rolled out, and it didn’t smell good. I turned the oven off and went back to the living room.
No idea how the oven turned on, on high no less, and there’s no telling how long it was on to get that hot that it caused smoke. I don’t know what to think. What do you think?
Yesterday my wife was in the kitchen and heard our outside cat, Samson, meowing as if he were under the sink. I informed her that I had just come in and he was near the front door, nowhere near the sink. I got up to check, and he was still there.
I’ve noticed that in some places, sounds are just as much the haunting as actually seeing things. I’ve also noticed that pets can be a muse for what happens. For instance, remember when I saw Redd running through the house on several occasions only to see him next to me or across the other side of the room? Well, maybe, our pets are being mimicked now.
Because just a few moments ago I was outside with Rosie. It was about midnight. She used the bathroom then ran back to me, huffing lightly. I let her in the house, then sat down in a chair to finish smoking my cigarette. A moment later I heard her huffing again, as if she were running up from behind me. I turned, expecting to see her, then as soon as I saw nothing I realized I had just let her in. It was exactly what I had heard a moment before when she ran up to the door.
I’m not sure if what I heard wasn’t maybe a coyote, we have them out here in the country in mass quantity. Regardless of what it might have been, I know one thing. It gave me the chills like I haven’t had in a while.
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.
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.
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.
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!