Well, I've got 3:
I was maybe 5 or 6 and in bed one night. Me and my brother shared a room and slept on bunk beds; I had the top bunk. I kicked the comforter off accidentally and got cold, but was too scared to get down and get it. All I remember was what looked like a man wearing a coat and hat, as tall as the bunk beds, putting the comforter back on me. When I woke up, the comforter was on me and noone laid claim to putting it back up there.
First week after me and my wife moved into the house we're in now, she was vacuuming the living room. She's severely OCD, so she vacuumed her way to the bedroom so there wouldn't be any footprints in the living room carpet overnight . Wake up the next morning, and there is a single, small footprint in the middle of the living room floor. My foot was obviously too big, but so was my wifes. Found out later that day from our neighbors that the wife of the guy we bought the house from died in the house just 6 months earlier. And she was a small woman...
Fast forward to today! By the back door, I keep a flashlight on one of the window sills in the living room for when I let out our dogs. One of them is dark brindle and I cant see her at night without the light. Earlier this evening when I got home, the dogs got kinda rowdy and knocked the light off the sill, but I was too busy starting dinner to pick it up, and my wife is with my SIL so I'm the only one home. I go to let the dogs out later this evening, turn to grab the flashlight off the floor... and it's not there. It's back on one of the living room window sills... but the one farthest away from the door, where I've never put it b/c it's just not convenient enough... it's behind the recliner! spooky.
I was maybe 5 or 6 and in bed one night. Me and my brother shared a room and slept on bunk beds; I had the top bunk. I kicked the comforter off accidentally and got cold, but was too scared to get down and get it. All I remember was what looked like a man wearing a coat and hat, as tall as the bunk beds, putting the comforter back on me. When I woke up, the comforter was on me and noone laid claim to putting it back up there.
First week after me and my wife moved into the house we're in now, she was vacuuming the living room. She's severely OCD, so she vacuumed her way to the bedroom so there wouldn't be any footprints in the living room carpet overnight . Wake up the next morning, and there is a single, small footprint in the middle of the living room floor. My foot was obviously too big, but so was my wifes. Found out later that day from our neighbors that the wife of the guy we bought the house from died in the house just 6 months earlier. And she was a small woman...
Fast forward to today! By the back door, I keep a flashlight on one of the window sills in the living room for when I let out our dogs. One of them is dark brindle and I cant see her at night without the light. Earlier this evening when I got home, the dogs got kinda rowdy and knocked the light off the sill, but I was too busy starting dinner to pick it up, and my wife is with my SIL so I'm the only one home. I go to let the dogs out later this evening, turn to grab the flashlight off the floor... and it's not there. It's back on one of the living room window sills... but the one farthest away from the door, where I've never put it b/c it's just not convenient enough... it's behind the recliner! spooky.
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