I lost my mom to cancer almost 4 years ago. Dad was always neutral when it came to the paranormal--nothing had ever happened to him, but he believed the rest of us when we reported an incident.
Mom, though, was a believer. I wish she were here because she could tell you her own stories. About being alone in the farmhouse at night and how light fixtures would sway from side to side (more than just a slight shift, it was being pushed by unseen hands). Or she might tell you about looking into the kitchen and seeing the boxes of cereal in the cupboard above the stove rearrange themselves.
Mom always said she'd come back if she could. She told us we'd know she was around because she'd turn our pictures around to face the wall. This isn't possible in most of our houses as we don't have them hanging on wire. I suppose that's why she got creative.
Mom steals stuff. I told you about one incident here. It's not just me, it's all of us kids. She's a bit of a kleptomaniac and it's kinda frustrating.
Back in July, I was preparing for a visit from the in-laws. I like to make as much of the food ahead of time as I can so all I have to do is throw it in the oven or put it out on a platter. I had made cookies and an ice cream pie and was trying to mix up a meatloaf--double recipe because I was expecting to feed 11 possibly 15 (more if the kids happened to have friends over). The bowl I was using wasn't big enough. I turned around to grab the big glass bowl I'd just used for cookies and had washed and left in the drainer.
It was gone.
I looked in the fridge, I looked in all the cupboards. Looked in the sink, interrogated the children--who had all been busy and weren't likely to run off with a mixing bowl anyhow. I couldn't find it anywhere. It was a big bowl--kind of hard to hide something that size. I gave up and found another bowl.
I was up late that night, went to bed just minutes before hubs got up for work. I told him Mom had stolen a bowl from me. I heard him searching as I drifted off to sleep and vaguely remember him saying he'd found it in the cupboard and set it on the counter.
When I got up, there was a big yellow mixing bowl on the counter. This was my Mom's bowl and I rarely use it because I keep it on the top shelf of the cupboard...the glass one that went missing I keep near the stove (opposite side of the kitchen) so while they're roughly the same size, one is more convenient than the other. Hubs had taken the yellow bowl down thinking it was the one I'd been complaining about.
Frustrated, I opened the cupboard to put the yellow bowl away and guess what?
The glass one I'd been searching for was setting in its spot! NO WAY I did that as it's a bit of a reach for short ol' me...besides, I would've put it in the OTHER cupboard.
Other than that, we occasionally have TV's turn themselves off (though not as often as the other house...they'd go on and off at their own volition), and had a light on top of our entertainment center turn itself on once. Kids can't reach it. Hubs and I can barely reach it. It's up there for looks, not for use.
So, not scary - just frustrating.
Tomorrow, I think I'll share one of my sister's stories...and in her own words! Spoooooooooooooooooky