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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.

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The TMS House

A long-time friend of mine, whom I’ll call TMS, recently told me about the house where she and her husband live and how they’ve had some ghostly activity there. Back when we were in high school, when I first met her, I knew the house she lived in then was haunted (and still is, her mother still lives there), and I might get to some stories of that house as well, one day.

The conversation started when I told her about my alcohol wipe disappearing. She told me how her husband was sitting on their couch one day messing with his cell phone. When he got up he went to grab the phone and it was gone. She said they searched all over the living room, literally took the couch apart, but turned up nothing. He went without his phone until a week later when TMS noticed the phone on top of the refrigerator. It was still on and had a 46% charge left.

She told me that they hear what sounds like females having a conversation, all the time. They don’t have any neighbors that would cause that, so this one is still a mystery.

The back door doesn’t like to stay closed either. I know how that is.

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