Twofingerlou
Tele-Holic
Wasn’t exactly sure what to word the thread title. Some of you may think I’m nuts, that’s fine. I’m not a religious person but I’ve had some weird things happen that have made me wonder or go WTH?
For me these have been things after somebody has passed in my case.
Years ago I dated a gal and her uncle passed, I never met the guy but went to the funeral ect. I ended up buying his Harley shortly after and his wife wanting it out of the shed. I rode the bike over to the GF’s house one night to grab something for her while she was working or whatever. I went inside and sat my keys on the kitchen hutch, nobody else was home. Went in her room for a few minutes and came back out and the keys had been moved to the kitchen table.
Not long after I went to the GF’s house for dinner one night. We were all sitting around and the whole house smelled like somebody lit a box of cigars. Not some faint smell but an over powering smell. Her dad started laughing and said he’s here someone. I said who’s here? He mentioned the GF’s uncle and said he smoked cigars and that smelled just like his. Round two of me getting weirded out by this situation.
I lost a grandma suddenly about fifteen years ago, we never really got along. While I’d say she loved me and I loved her as well it wasn’t the normal practice per se. I was grandchild number 8 or so on the list so I wasn’t anything special. Her approach to how she treated all of us which wasn’t abusive or anything made us bump heads. Well after she passed there was a couple weeks of me fighting trying to sleep. I had this constant weird feeling of being watched, laying in bed, everywhere I went ect. It really started to affect me then the feeling quickly went away shortly after. No things missing, moving or smells though.
I haven’t had anything happen until fast forwarding the last few weeks losing my other grandma as I’ve mentioned recently. The day she passed I went up mid morning after finding out. It had snowed that afternoon. I eventually left later in the evening to go back home and let the dogs out. Nobody else here all day, just me. I have a privacy fence but you can’t access my patio from it, I’ve got it locked up unless you climb it. I open the side door to the patio and let my boy out and happened to glance down and there was one small footprint from a right shoe in the snow. Not a left foot print, not a trail of prints just one in the middle of the patio. It was an emotional roller coaster of a day and I just thought that’s weird!
Next up…. So I talked to my mom last week. She told me this is weird!! She said she had went into her bedroom one evening and there was a broken owl decoration laying in the middle of the floor. When she picked it up a note fell out. When she opened it, it was a poem written to her from my grandma dated from the mid 80’s by this point I have questions! I said did you take that home since you’ve been taking other stuff recently? Do you remember seeing that before?
She said she had seen it before but it’s been ages and certain she didn’t bring it home. She’s since shown me the little owl and it has a tiny hole in the bottom with a plug but you’d never know anything would have been inside it, yet it randomly ended up broken in the middle of her bedroom floor!
Last one but not least. Sunday night I was cooking chicken on the stove in a pot, flat top electric stove everything is level. I go check on it and toss some trash away. Dogs are always put up when I’m cooking. Few minutes later sitting on the couch watching tv I hear a crash sound and a pot dancing on the floor. I go back in the kitchen and the pot is sitting up right, right in front of the stove. Two pieces of chicken still in the pot and two pieces on the floor. None of the grease or juice had spilled anywhere. By this point I’m not sure what to say.
For me these have been things after somebody has passed in my case.
Years ago I dated a gal and her uncle passed, I never met the guy but went to the funeral ect. I ended up buying his Harley shortly after and his wife wanting it out of the shed. I rode the bike over to the GF’s house one night to grab something for her while she was working or whatever. I went inside and sat my keys on the kitchen hutch, nobody else was home. Went in her room for a few minutes and came back out and the keys had been moved to the kitchen table.
Not long after I went to the GF’s house for dinner one night. We were all sitting around and the whole house smelled like somebody lit a box of cigars. Not some faint smell but an over powering smell. Her dad started laughing and said he’s here someone. I said who’s here? He mentioned the GF’s uncle and said he smoked cigars and that smelled just like his. Round two of me getting weirded out by this situation.
I lost a grandma suddenly about fifteen years ago, we never really got along. While I’d say she loved me and I loved her as well it wasn’t the normal practice per se. I was grandchild number 8 or so on the list so I wasn’t anything special. Her approach to how she treated all of us which wasn’t abusive or anything made us bump heads. Well after she passed there was a couple weeks of me fighting trying to sleep. I had this constant weird feeling of being watched, laying in bed, everywhere I went ect. It really started to affect me then the feeling quickly went away shortly after. No things missing, moving or smells though.
I haven’t had anything happen until fast forwarding the last few weeks losing my other grandma as I’ve mentioned recently. The day she passed I went up mid morning after finding out. It had snowed that afternoon. I eventually left later in the evening to go back home and let the dogs out. Nobody else here all day, just me. I have a privacy fence but you can’t access my patio from it, I’ve got it locked up unless you climb it. I open the side door to the patio and let my boy out and happened to glance down and there was one small footprint from a right shoe in the snow. Not a left foot print, not a trail of prints just one in the middle of the patio. It was an emotional roller coaster of a day and I just thought that’s weird!
Next up…. So I talked to my mom last week. She told me this is weird!! She said she had went into her bedroom one evening and there was a broken owl decoration laying in the middle of the floor. When she picked it up a note fell out. When she opened it, it was a poem written to her from my grandma dated from the mid 80’s by this point I have questions! I said did you take that home since you’ve been taking other stuff recently? Do you remember seeing that before?
She said she had seen it before but it’s been ages and certain she didn’t bring it home. She’s since shown me the little owl and it has a tiny hole in the bottom with a plug but you’d never know anything would have been inside it, yet it randomly ended up broken in the middle of her bedroom floor!
Last one but not least. Sunday night I was cooking chicken on the stove in a pot, flat top electric stove everything is level. I go check on it and toss some trash away. Dogs are always put up when I’m cooking. Few minutes later sitting on the couch watching tv I hear a crash sound and a pot dancing on the floor. I go back in the kitchen and the pot is sitting up right, right in front of the stove. Two pieces of chicken still in the pot and two pieces on the floor. None of the grease or juice had spilled anywhere. By this point I’m not sure what to say.
