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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.

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