I have had weeks of posts lined up and now, sad to say, I've run out of pre-written material. I've been racking my brain all day, pressure mounting with each passing hour. WHAT was I going to write about?
And then, I saw Weronika's latest client announcement. That was it! I'd entertain you with a tale of terror (hahaha, hardly terrifying).
My family has had strange things happen as long as I can remember. It is not an everyday experience, but there have been far too many odd happenings to explain in any rational way.
I lost my mom three years ago this past January. I was working at a job I no longer loved, but had been hanging in there because I'd been there for 10 years and was scared out of my wits about starting over somewhere else. After she passed, I gathered my courage and told my boss I wasn't happy and I was going to start looking for another job.
A week or so later, I had a second interview. The one guy's partner had been out of town during the initial interview, so we scheduled a time for me to meet the partner.
The night before the interview, I went through my closet. I had read somewhere that women in skirt suits were perceived as more intelligent and more successful than women in pant suits. Wanting every advantage, I planned to wear a black skirt/cami with this awesome brick red jacket.
I had three black skirts at that time. One was too short for an interview. The second had the hem coming loose, but the third was perfect...didn't even need to be ironed. I put my entire outfit onto a hanger (that my sister had crocheted around with pink yarn to keep clothes from slipping off).
The next morning, I went to get dressed and my skirt was GONE. I went through my closet one item at a time, searched the floor, looked in my dresser drawers, went through the laundry. It was just GONE. I was forced to wear pants to my interview.
Two weeks later (about the time I got the job offer),out of the blue my skirt was folded very neatly and sitting in my underwear drawer right on top. NO WAY had that been there before, and NO WAY could I have missed it as I am obviously in that drawer every single morning.
While it might seem like I'm reaching a bit to blame my mom for the skirt hijacking, this is JUST the sort of thing she would do when alive. Since then, she's made other things disappear around my house and my sister's. She always gives the stuff back, but never where it SHOULD be.
See? Told ya, not at all terrifying. Wanna share any creepy experiences of your own?