I’m no stranger to the paranormal. I consider myself a veteran now, who can withstand even the most strangest of occurrences, but that happened to go out the window and unnerve me when something happened a lot closer to home, and by that, I mean my home.
Last Thursday, it was seven in the morning and my mom was downstairs in the kitchen. I was still sleeping and my dad was in the shower, and my mom had just finished plating a tray of cookies that she wanted to wrap up with colored string. She went into the closet to get it, being very careful as to not let our cat Lawrence see it, since he loves string and would be jumping all over the place. However, he was busy staring out the window at the birds and squirrels in the living room, which you can see into from the kitchen, though there is a half-wall divider that separates the two rooms. She wrapped up the tray and put it to the side, leaving the leftover string sitting crumpled up on the counter. She had to go upstairs to do something, so knowing that Lawrence did not see the string come out, and even if he did, he would not be able to see up onto the counter to get it, she left the string and went upstairs.
A few minutes later, she returned to find the string missing. She looked around the kitchen, thinking maybe it fell off the counter, but it was not there. She quickly glanced at Lawrence in the other room, and he was still looking out the window. Thinking she was losing her mind, she made a quick search of all the downstairs rooms, to see if maybe she misplaced it. Again, no string was found. That was when she finally decided to actually go into the living room where Lawrence was, and she did, looking down at the coffee table, only to find the string there, stretched out in a straight line from end to end on top of the table. This obviously startled her, and she did not tell me until that night. She kept going over all the possibilities of what may have caused that, and I told her there was only one. She did not want to hear about it, because listening to ghost stories from a house twenty minutes away is a lot different than when there may be one in our own home.
After all, what else could have caused it? The coffee table is located at least twenty feet away from the counter. That rules out even the strongest of drafts. If Lawrence was the one who actually moved it, he would have been wrapped up in it, rolling on the floor gnawing at it like he does every other time, not gingerly carrying it over, jumping up on a table, and then laying it out perfectly in a straight line. There is no other explanation besides something of the paranormal nature. I am not saying my house is haunted, but it is possible that there was a ghost there that day, and maybe the days following. Late that night, and two nights later, I had the strangest feeling that I was being watched as I laid in bed. I was nervous at first, but then I noticed that the energy did not seem negative or evil, so I fell asleep. I heard a few noises too, but that could have been anything.
So, where did the ghost come from? I have not been to the Proprietary House for a few weeks, since I brought home those two World War Two uniforms that I have written about previously. The first time I walked in the house with them, my cat started hissing, like something might have come home with me, but then a few days later, he was purring against them, and since then, nothing ever happened and he has not gone near them. This leads me to rule that out, though I suppose it may be a possibility. Nevertheless, it was very strange, and I am going to try to see if it happens again, by leaving out some more string on the counter. Until next time, folks…