So....I don't really believe in ghosts.
Kinda. It's like aliens, I am not going to argue when you say they exist, but I don't necessarily believe it.
I believe in demonic possession, spirits, and Nick Saban.
But something weird happened to me this morning, so I thought I would share the very few unexplained things that have happened to me in my life.
PLEASE feel free to give me some sort of explanation.
As a teen at my friends house, I was asleep on the couch, and when I woke up I saw a faint image of my late grandmother standing there.
In Alabama, circa 2007, I had this super duper gnarly flip phone. Scott and I are in the bed, about to fall asleep, my hand knocked the phone off of the mattress, and behind the headboard. I didn't want to wake him up, so I figured I would just get it in the morning. I knew I would have to pull the mattresses back, move the headboard, and fish for it.
The next morning I did just that, and the phone was nowhere to be found. I took apart everything, and nothing.
It was just gone.
Scott gets home from work and he looks for it.
So I make dinner, can't remember what, and Scott gives me the most puzzling look.
"I found your phone!"
In the refrigerator.
Inside the sour cream.
Even IF I decided to wake up in the middle of the night, sleep walk to the fridge, have a dollop of Daisy, there is no way the phone could have been retrieved without moving the mattresses and the headboard.
My original wedding ring was a set and it was a tad too small and bulky so I bought an anniversary band that I never had to take off.
The day the band arrived I was on my way to Louisiana from Alabama. When I arrived at my mother's in Louisiana I know where I put the wedding set so I wouldn't lose it.
I lost it.
I tore the entire house up and never found it. I had a suspicion of what happened to it, but I never told a soul.
In Alabama, Scott has a few items that he was able to save from a house fire over 20 years ago.
Years later we move to Louisiana from Alabama.
I lost several people close to me that year, one being the person that would know where my ring went.
One day, not long after the funeral service, Scott opens his mother's jewelry box, and there is my wedding set.
That particular box was in our closet, it was never taken out the 9 years we lived there.
At my job, I lost a very special lady to me.
She was always happy, kind, and made me want to be a better person.
She lost her fight with cancer not long after I lost my Daddy.
When I relieved the Night Auditor one morning, she had a sticky note over one of the cameras. I giggled and said "what is wrong?"
She told me she saw a face, clear as day on one of the cameras. I humored her, but thought she was nuts. Stuff like that doesn't exist.
The next morning she said she saw it again. Again, I think she is sleep deprived.
And then it happened. I wasn't looking for it. But she was there.
I didn't want anyone thinking I was cracked, so I kept it quiet, told only Scott.
Well of course the next day the entire hotel knew, including her daughter. She would come at different times of the day and watch the camera just so she could try to catch a glimpse.
The Night Auditor didn't have a clue who she was, so I showed her a picture of her that I had on my phone.
She lost it.
It was Mrs. Rose.
Still to this day when I go through that particular room alone, I speak to Mrs. Rose.
5. **I remembered this one after I posted this**
When Scott and I lived in our second apartment, he left for work one morning around 5:30am, and I was in the kitchen (I really have no idea why I was doing dishes that early). I stepped back and I felt his hands around my waist, so intense that it stopped me from moving backward. I turn around to scold him for sneaking up on me....there was no one there.
I cried and hid under the covers.
So this morning. I didn't have to go to work until 11am. Scott went at 7:30, and let out the cat.
Around 9am, I heard the bedroom door open (the cat can do that), and then close.
I open one eye, didn't see anything, assume the cat is being a butthole, and close my eyes.
The door opens again, then closes.
I am annoyed.
The third time the door opened, I threw the black pillow (because it's the hardest) at the door so it would shut and/or scare the cat away.
When I got up to get ready for work, the black pillow was on the bed with me, not on the side I sleep on.
No other pillows were on the floor.
I tell Scott the story when I got off of work, he said that when he came home, there were a lot of pillows on the floor, but not the black one.
Maybe I didn't win.
Do I need a salt circle? Holy water? Josh Gates? Sam and Dean?
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