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!
You can do it! A couple in Scotland is willing to pay $64,000 a year, plus a month’s worth of vacation days, to anyone who is willing to move in and help out with their two young children. You’ll get your own big bedroom with private kitchen and en-suite, and you’ll have to be there alone with the kids for up to 4 days a week as the couple travels for work. You’ll just have to put up with the resident ghosts, too.
Apparently 5 different nannies have quit in the last year. Since they’ve put it out there they’ve received thousands of inquiries about the position, but at the rate they go through nannies, get your name in there anyway if interested. You might just land the gig!
Oh, bonus, the house is huge, remote, and old. It looks super creepy awesome!
Check it out!
My wife was at work the other night when a couple of things happened to her.
First, she was making her lunch in the microwave in the tiny office behind the front desk where she works. Only her and her coworker were there, the security guy was out doing his rounds. Her food cooked and she took it out, then shut the door to the microwave. She went and sat down at the front desk next to her coworker and a minute later, the microwave door slammed shut again.
A little while later she went to the bathroom. I’ve talked about how creepy those bathrooms are, and they are connected by a single entry or foyer. There are two water fountains there, then you turn left for the women’s, or right for the men’s. So naturally if the men’s room is creepy, then surely the women’s has to have stuff going on too, right?
She had finished her business and washed her hands. Suddenly she heard a woman laughing loudly, and she said it sounded as if the woman was right on the other side of the wall near the water fountains. With her hands still wet, she walked around the wall to see who it was, since it was late at night and the woman was very loud.
Only she never found the woman. She checked the men’s room, up and down the hall, the lobby. No woman.
The Hoia Baciu Forest in Transylvania, Romania, is supposed to be one of the most haunted places on earth, which makes sense considering it’s in TRANSYLVANIA!
Trees grow really weird there. But they’re not overly sensitive about it.
Oh, anyway, some people call it the Bermuda Triangle of Romania. A lot of weird stuff happens there, UFOs are seen and photographed, people go missing, dogs and cats living together…
Destination Truth did an episode there. Some crazy things happened to them, but I’m not entirely convinced it wasn’t set up. I stopped watching the show after that episode.
Supposed UFO flying above the forest caught on film in the 60s.
For some cool pictures and more on the forest, check this out!
And when you book your trip to go snooping around there, let me know so I can go with you!
I was sent a message on Facebook from a buddy of mine who recently sent me the farmhouse pic. A friend of his (the girl in the picture) sent him this picture and has given permission to post it. This comes from Colorado.
Originally I was skeptic about it, and still am to a point. But, since I have no proof either way, I’ll give it the benefit of the doubt. Take a good look at it (not the girl, although I’d be guilty of that too!) and tell me what you think. Real or no?
Need a closer look? Click the pic.
Originally I thought it was a mirror behind her, but I’ve received word that it’s a microwave, which would explain the graininess of the face.
An interesting side note, when I was first given this picture and skeptic, I decided to do some photo manipulation of it to see if I could come up with anything that would help me prove it was a fake. I use GIMP for that process, and when I tried loading the picture in GIMP, GIMP force closed. Each and every time. Never had that issue before.
I put it in Microsoft Paint to change the file type, and had the issue there as well. Eventually I got the file type changed and got to open it in GIMP, but couldn’t find anything to say it was a fake. Later, I tried opening it in GIMP again and had the same issue with both files. I still have no idea why.
Last night I was at the Inn, and shortly after everyone cleared from the lobby, I decided I had to use the bathroom. I’ve mentioned before how I’ve had paranormal experiences in the lobby bathroom.
I walked down the hall towards the bathroom, and there were two younger girls in front of me running off to their rooms. They passed the bathrooms. When I got close enough to see in to the entrance of the bathrooms, I saw something.
The bathrooms have are connected by an entrance where there are two water fountains. The women’s restroom goes off to the left from there, the men’s to the right, and there are no doors. You just walk around a corner and you’re in. As I came up to the bathrooms I looked up at the wall you have to walk around to go into the men’s room and I saw a foot disappear behind it, like someone was going in to the bathroom before me. It was someone wearing shorts, because I saw skin. It was a white leg with hair on it, white sock, and red tennis shoe. This is how clearly I saw it.
I didn’t see this person walking up to the bathroom, but they could have been standing at the water fountain getting a drink. I looked over at the fountains and saw a large cup sitting on top of one, so that’s what I figured that person had been doing. I even thought how strange it had been that they didn’t take the cup with them into the bathroom. There’s a counter in there, and two garbage cans. They didn’t have to leave it on the fountain and out in the open.
As soon as I turned the corner and entered the bathroom I didn’t see anybody, so when I walked past the sinks I looked over and didn’t see anybody. I then walked past the urinals and again, saw nobody. I walked all the way to the end of the bathroom to use the last stall, like I always do, and I looked into each stall on the way there.
I was the only one in the bathroom.