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Remember this post (click on the link)? Things have gotten really weird here and I don’t mind telling you that I am creeped out! I think some of you might find this interesting and a bit creepy as well:
Hubs gave me a robe for Christmas this past year. It was exactly the kind I had been looking for. The one I had before was way too big, and it closed with a tie/sash that was always being misplaced or falling off. And the robe wrapped around me a couple of times (an exaggeration, but it felt like it did!). The new robe is a lovely shell pink, of a soft velour-type fabric, but not so heavy that it cannot be worn year-round. Plus – the best part – it zips up in the front, therefore staying closed when I wear it. Yay! Color me happy! :lol:
I first posted about my vanished wrist wallets on January 5. While one was found, the most important, the one with my credit cards, etc. has never been recovered. I have since replaced the necessary cards that were lost. The “incident” is behind me now, but Ashley and I both sort of jokingly figure that a playful ghost had taken it.
Just a few days after the wallet incident, before the middle of January, I had my robe on, and loving the feel of it, I went downstairs to tell Hubs and express my thanks once again for the wonderful gift. He smiled and we both admired it once more. Until last week, we did not see it again. I kid you not.
I went to put it on the next morning, and could not find it. My first thought was that it must be in the laundry, having been caught up in the load of clothes and sheets that I had taken to the washing machine. Nope. Ashley and I started our search. We went over every square inch of the house and garage. Mind you, this was not some small thing, like my wrist wallet, that could easily hide from our sight – it was a long (ankle-length), long-sleeved robe, of a relatively heavy fabric that could not easily hide from us.
Weeks went by. Hubs helped me change the sheets on my “insomnia” bed at least once, and I changed them a few times as well. The robe was not on, in, or near the bed. IT WAS GONE. PERIOD. Every once in a while, we remarked to one another, “That is so weird! Where could it be? Did you ———?” (Fill in the blank with some odd thing I could have done with it, or remote place I could have put it.)
Last Thursday, I found the robe underneath the pillow next to the one I use. It was stuffed there, but clearly visible when I awoke that morning. The notion that we have a mischievous ghost no longer seems so far-fetched. Because I swear to you all, it absolutely was not there before that morning. As a matter of fact, I never put it there when I took it off. I either draped it over my desk chair, or hung it on the hook on the back of the door. Also, no visitors have been upstairs in that bedroom since the robe was lost.
Just writing about it now, I feel goosebumps rise on my arms, and chills running down my spine. I am not frightened so much as I am completely befuddled and amazed! It is indeed a mystery of the highest order – well not the highest order – I mean it’s not like I found the location of Amelia Earhart’s plane, or the true identity and whereabouts of the Count of St. Germain – but still and all, it is a big mystery.
When I lifted the robe and shook it out, I had a sudden vision. I immediately went to the pockets on the robe, to see if my wrist wallet was there. And guess what???
I’ll tell you tomorrow. . .
Intrigued yet? Not enough. . .
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By the way Paula that pic is one of The Grey Lady, who occupies
some houses in England. I must look back and see if I ever posted the grey lady poem. If not, I will.
John
Yep! It is among my favorite “ghost photos,” and one that is generally believed to be genuine, and not faked or manipulated, or camera malfunction. But I guess there will always be wonder, speculation, skepticism, and awe. What do you think of it?
Also in my favorites is the photo I used in “And strangest of all. . .!” That photo of the airman really chills me! I wonder if it is authentic?
I guess there will always be doubters, and while a part of me does doubt, I think I mainly fall on the side of belief!
you have me….waiting for tomorrow post.
how exciting1 A real friendly naughty ghost…. How lucky you are but not when it keeps taking the things that you need.
Is your house old? Does it have history?
I shall look forward to more Ghostly revelations!!!!
I love these little comfirmations that the universe has a sense of humour – you, too, Paula, leaving us on a cliffhanger like that! Weird things happen in my house, too – although not as many as when we first moved in – maybe because they didn’t freak us out as much as they’d hoped to!
oh my! I had that happen with some money – very weird indeed
“Friendly ghost” or not…it’s long past my bedtime, and now I’m not certain I want to turn out the light! The hair on the back of my neck is on end!
Yes, I’m intrigued… I also think the culprit knew you’d write about them… and wants to be famous. *Grin*
You just might be right! And here I am to oblige him/her. Somehow, I feel like it is male, though.
Imagine the theme of “Twilight Zone” (if you’re old enough to remember or have seen re-runs on late, late night tv). It really is weeeiiird. Our home has a very warm feeling; nothing sinister. Maybe we should ask if his name is Casper, or perhaps there are two. Twice I’ve seen two child-sized figures dart across a doorway like children playing hide and seek. I figure if Samuel and Susanna Wesley’s family could acknowledge their ghost named George, so can we. After all, their sons John and Charles Wesley started the Methodist movement in 18th century England, and my family goes back at least five generations before me as Methodist clergy.
Hubs
That is truly strange, Mom.
Paula, if this is a sample of the impishness of your persona, perhaps the ghosts think you like to “play”!!
Ummmm…could be a little bit of gaslighting. Did you make Ashley mad recently?
Glad the robe found its way back, whatever the cause.
I shouldn’t have marked “Like” when you leave us hanging like that x). I don’t think it’s weird at all. I bet if you did a survey of the entire world, you would (our of the 7 billion people) find a few million who have had similar experiences. I know I have
It’s not always a ghost, you know . . . it could be gremlins, fairies, wizards, witches, warlocks, sprites, or . . . the underwear gnomes.
“Work all day. Work all night”
Hope that when you looked there the pockets weren’t bare!
Oh, come ON! How can you leave it there? (Not the robe, dagnabbit, the story!) This is already weirdity par excellance – and there is MORE???
I think you have a very playful ghost. Ours is named George (although I think George sometimes get blamed for things he did not do). We love him, and as long as we acknowledge him every now and then, he puts anything he plays with back in a timely manner.
Also, I really like these cliffhangers. Better than The Young &The Restless, lol!
The hair is standing up on the back of my neck, Paula
John
As the Muppets use to drawl: weeeeeiiiiiird.
Could it be that we live ‘on top of each other’ – next to each other – in several different dimensions and that sometimes they overlap? Perhaps you have an adolescent ‘neighbour’ who pops in from time to time to keep you baffled? Rubbing his hands in glee at your boggled mind?
I know, I do have a crazy imagination.
Well, Paula, I have goosebumps too here. That is a strange story, very strange. Looking forward to read more tomorrow.