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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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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.

More Missing Things

Of all the things that have disappeared here over the years, none of the things have gone right out from under my nose. Until the other day.

Back in October I found out I am diabetic. No big deal, I’ve since gotten it under control and I feel a million times better. Anyway, because of that, I now have to take my blood sugar levels regularly.

Just the other day I was in the kitchen preparing to test my blood. I went to the counter, opened my tester bag thing and began getting everything ready. I pulled out the last two alcohol pads I had in the case, and because they were attached, I tore them apart at the perforated line in between them, and set them down on the counter.

I then got my sticker ready and my test strip ready. I reached down and grabbed one of the two alcohol wipes that were still sitting there where I put them. I opened it, wiped my finger, did the thing, and wrote down in my chart what my level was.

I then began taking everything apart, and when I went to throw away the used alcohol wipe I noticed the other one was no longer on the counter.

When I say I searched everywhere, believe I searched EVERYWHERE. I still haven’t found it, and probably never will. Then again, I do have other alcohol wipes, and they all look alike, so maybe I have found it already.

That was the only thing that has happened here recently, but that story leads me to my next one that I’m going to post next!

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.