More on the strangeness that has followed me all my life.
In this house, in the living room, is a big-ass cabinet with an Amish heater in the middle of it, drawers and doors to each side of the heater, which is centered in it. Every so often, the left hand drawer closest to the kitchen doorway will just open itself and sit there open until someone notices and closes it. It'll do that 3 or 4 or 5 times in a week, and then nothing for months.
In the last house I lived in, there were creaks and squeaks and footsteps as a constant. One night, about 2 am or so, I was in the bathroom taking a leak. This bathroom was an addition to the house, which was an old farm house, and it wasn't built on the house foundation, it was built on a concrete slab poured for it, and built on to the back of the house.
So anyway, there I was minding my own business in the middle of the night, taking a well deserved beer leak. Right above the toilet was a medicine cabinet, right about face level to me, which I was facing. The cabinet door slowly swung open, and stayed open. So I said, right out loud again, "Do ya mind? I'm trying to take a leak here!" And I shit you not, the cabinet door swung back closed, all by it's self.
That house had a tin roof, just like this one does. I love sleeping under a tin roof when it's raining. But at that house, the last one, some times you could hear things walking on the roof. Footsteps, some heavy critter, walking right across the roof. I'd grab a rifle and go out to catch it, whatever it was, but I never did catch it. Now, before you freak out, the roof of the house was almost right up against the mountain on the north end. There wasn't but maybe 8 or 10 inches between the mountain side and the roof, so you could just walk up the hill, walk north, and step right on to the roof, no ladder required. I never found out what was walking around up there. Pretty sure it wasn't a deer, because the tin making those popping noises would have scared it off the roof right away. Maybe a bear or a coyote, I dunno.
Not long after my third wife died (we were not a "thing" any more - I was already married to Grace by then) I found what looked just like one of my third wife's footprints right in the carpet of the living room, right in the doorway going out onto the covered porch. She had really tiny feet, and always swore she had to buy her shoes in the kid's department. There was no one in the house with feet that tiny, and no kids ever came to see us - I tend to scare kids for some reason. That just left me scratching my head. I took photos of it, so that in my doddering old age I wouldn't start thinking I'd imagined it. One of my sisters is tiny, too, but I asked, and she hadn't been there for a couple months, so plenty of time to have walked a footprint out of the carpet just going to and from work.
Here is a thread at the old RN3 that has some video documentation of some of the strangeness that goes on at this house, the one I live in now. The videos are only about 15 seconds long each, because they came off a surveillance camera with motion detection.
Wierd shit just happens.
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In this house, in the living room, is a big-ass cabinet with an Amish heater in the middle of it, drawers and doors to each side of the heater, which is centered in it. Every so often, the left hand drawer closest to the kitchen doorway will just open itself and sit there open until someone notices and closes it. It'll do that 3 or 4 or 5 times in a week, and then nothing for months.
In the last house I lived in, there were creaks and squeaks and footsteps as a constant. One night, about 2 am or so, I was in the bathroom taking a leak. This bathroom was an addition to the house, which was an old farm house, and it wasn't built on the house foundation, it was built on a concrete slab poured for it, and built on to the back of the house.
So anyway, there I was minding my own business in the middle of the night, taking a well deserved beer leak. Right above the toilet was a medicine cabinet, right about face level to me, which I was facing. The cabinet door slowly swung open, and stayed open. So I said, right out loud again, "Do ya mind? I'm trying to take a leak here!" And I shit you not, the cabinet door swung back closed, all by it's self.
That house had a tin roof, just like this one does. I love sleeping under a tin roof when it's raining. But at that house, the last one, some times you could hear things walking on the roof. Footsteps, some heavy critter, walking right across the roof. I'd grab a rifle and go out to catch it, whatever it was, but I never did catch it. Now, before you freak out, the roof of the house was almost right up against the mountain on the north end. There wasn't but maybe 8 or 10 inches between the mountain side and the roof, so you could just walk up the hill, walk north, and step right on to the roof, no ladder required. I never found out what was walking around up there. Pretty sure it wasn't a deer, because the tin making those popping noises would have scared it off the roof right away. Maybe a bear or a coyote, I dunno.
Not long after my third wife died (we were not a "thing" any more - I was already married to Grace by then) I found what looked just like one of my third wife's footprints right in the carpet of the living room, right in the doorway going out onto the covered porch. She had really tiny feet, and always swore she had to buy her shoes in the kid's department. There was no one in the house with feet that tiny, and no kids ever came to see us - I tend to scare kids for some reason. That just left me scratching my head. I took photos of it, so that in my doddering old age I wouldn't start thinking I'd imagined it. One of my sisters is tiny, too, but I asked, and she hadn't been there for a couple months, so plenty of time to have walked a footprint out of the carpet just going to and from work.
Here is a thread at the old RN3 that has some video documentation of some of the strangeness that goes on at this house, the one I live in now. The videos are only about 15 seconds long each, because they came off a surveillance camera with motion detection.
Wierd shit just happens.
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