Be careful what you talk about?
I just had the wierdest experience happen to me. It all starts with having dinner at a friend’s house. After dinner we are shooting the breeze and talking about nothing in particular when she asks if I’ve read any good books lately. So I mention reading Grave’s End (about a haunting) and Jason Offutt’s book, Darkness Walks (about Shadow People). My friend’s roommate asks what Shadow People are and so I tell her my opinions and tell her about my experiences with Shadow People when I was younger. Of course she asks if I was scared and I mention the first few times were kinda scary, but the last time I was more curious if anything. I also mention that if I ever see a Shadow again, I would probably chase it down (I mentioned this on a post here on GT too) since I wasn’t really scared of them.
So anyhows, I come home, talk to another friend on Skype, watch some tube and get ready to hit the sheets. Now I have my methodical habits just like everyone else and this is how my end of the night goes: I brush my teeth, swish some mouthwash, turn lights off on my way to the kitchen and have some water before I go to bed. I live by myself, so I usually have just one active glass running around the house. I drink from it all day long, rinse it after i am done, and always park it by the sink at the end of the day, after I have my water before bed. I do this with a bowl too, since I eat cereal for breakfast, rinse it and park it with the spoon in it.
So I drink my water and hit the sheets. No sooner than I get into bed, I hear a clinking sound coming from the kitchen, and I automatically assume it’s one of my two cats who got up on the counter and is playing with the spoon in the bowl, but decide screw it, I am not gonna go chasing him off the counter and go to bed.
Next day I wake up and having a busy day ahead, I get right up and get out of the house within 15 minutes. I dress, straighten my hair and leave after gathering a few items. I return home several hours later and one of the first things I look for is my glass since I want to get some tea out of the fridge. I cannot find my glass. So I check the study then the living room in case I left it one of the rooms. Not there. Now I am beffudled. Then I see the glass and the first words out of my mouth is “No F**king Way!”
This is what I see:
The glass is sitting on a pair of kitchen scissors in the center of the block, a clean 24 to 30 inches away from the sink! I call my friend and relate to her what has just occured. While talking to her, I pull the glass out and reset it to where I found it and it makes the same clinking sound I heard last night! As if to confirm it, I look at the bowl with the spoon in it. It’s a plastic bowl! By now I cannot believe this.
Now mind you I took the pictures before I removed the glass. Observations I make while looking at the glass are how the glass is sitting on the scissors, It actually was pressed down on one of the tangs of the scissors. After removing the glass and repositioning the scissors into it’s hole so the tangs are flat, if you place the glass onto the scissors, the glass will slide all the way back to the block. It had to be pressed onto scissors in order for it to stay where I found it, almost bending a tang a bit while the other kind of holds the glass (along with the knives). After thinking about this, over the weekend, I do remember finding a glass in between the knives once before, but against the block. I figured I was a knucklehead and put it there for god knows what reason. Now I have second thoughts about this. I figured I would share this with you all.
Written by Gary Popella - Gary@ghosttheory.com
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that was one of the best i have seen, and would pass this link on to some newbies!
oops, wrong post….sorry, btw very interesting story
Just got chills reading your story. I would light a candle and say some prayers before going to sleep now. SCARY…. Are you planning on investigating this?
Not really. If the occurances were regular in timing, I might, but considering this appears to be the second time it has happened, it really doesn’t warrant any investigation. Now if a bunch of occurances start to happen, I probably would.
It’s actually not too creepy. I’m more curious if anything at this point. I’m keeping an eye on the glass now everytime I wake or come home, so if it happens again, we will all know about it. Of course, if I wake up and see a Shadow or ghost I’m gonna be pissed.
Another point of interest after reading the Graves End book is: Is something trying to tell me something? What would the glass on the cutlery block signify? Thirsty and hungry? Sharp? (As glass when broken is) I’m clueless of course.
Ooooo, you might have a room mate there,I’ve heard of poltergeists and I also heard of an experience of a ghost that can pop in a person’s place for no apparent reason,Since ghosts do walk among us everyday, happened to my Aunt couple of years ago of a “guest” popping in. Just say some prayers for protection and tell this spirit to leave and never come back.
That is spooky, Gary i recommend you keep a Shotty by your side at all times. so you always be ready to lay some foo’s out…Ya dig?
I would be freaked out, no doubt about it but, it’s also a very cool thing. I’m glad you thought to photograph it.
At first glance it looks like a gloved hand clasping the glass. Maybe your poltergeist has a sense of humor. Thanks for sharing and keep us posted.
I think it’s wrong to assume this should be considered something negative and scary. I think Gary’s right to find it fascinating, not frightening. Keep us updated if anything else happens.
Absolutely. I think if it was negative either I would have felt something or it would try to scare me. What occured if anything seems childish if you know what I mean.
gary freaky thing seem childish too..very intresting story btw
Excellent story!
Personally, I would set up a webcam that was only activated by motion. If that garnered anything, I would set up a hi-def camera and film the area.
Probably wouldn’t get any hits though, as your feeling that it was a “one off” kind of thing is probably correct, it was probably done as a sort of a “ghostly nod of the head” to you.
When I was younger, I lived with some friends in a house near Corporation Beach, in Dennis, MA. It was actually two houses that had been built at separate times, one half during Colonial times [built by a ship's captain] and the other half built in the fifties by an eccentric scientist who included a series of underground passages to both parts of the house and a bomb shelter that had a deep well in it.
I lived in the older half of the house, sharing a room with my friend Lachlan. Lach had the main part of the room that had once been a “master bedroom” and I had a small corner of the room that led to an incomplete part of the house that had been intended to be a nursery. The “nursery” was behind a closed door that was blocked by a bookcase filled with not only books, but Lach’s beer can collection as well [mostly ancient tin cans, we were only 16, so we were not drinking yet, the cans were REALLY old!].
The house, being as old as it was, was of course deemed haunted, and the source of the haunting was reputed to be caused by the fact that the nursery was never used, as the captain’s baby daughter died before they could finish it. Obviously it was never finished, since it was and IS still incomplete.
Lach used to show anyone who came over the house the unfinished room, and tell a version of the story, and this was always accompanied by the toil of having to move the heavy-ass bookcase, with all those beer cans wanting to fall to the ground, and then having to move it back when the “tour” was done.
One night, having gotten out of work late [I worked at my foster mom's boyfriend's place "Gina's by the Sea" as a dishwasher]I got home to find that Lachlan must have had company, as the door was wide open and my bed had been slid out of the way to allow access to the room. Lachlan was across the room, already passed out in his waterbed. He was and is an incredibly heavy sleeper, so even though I tried to wake him to help me put it all back, he refused to wake up. So I struggled and slid the bookcase back in place after having closed and latched the door to the “nursery,” picked up all of Lach’s precious cans that had fallen while I did so, and moved my bed back. I went to the bathroom, took a shower, went back to the room [all was still as I had left it] and read for about an hour in bed. Starting to drift off to sleep, I reached up and shut off the tensor lamp I was using to read by. As SOON as the light went out there was a deep bass rumbling roar and a huge blast of stagnant, musty air that practically blew the sheets off me! After I pulled myself out of my immediately shocked perma-flinch, I reached up quickly and turned the lamp back on.
The nursery door was wide open again, with the bookcase pushed right up to my bed from the force of it, and all the cans were still rocking JUST on the point of almost falling over. As you can well imagine, I freaked the eff out!
I “tried” to wake Lach again, but he refused to get up, and I was NOT interested in staying and arguing the point with him. I slept in the kitchen, on two chairs that night.
This was long before the advent of easy to use and cheap video cameras, so my advice to you would have been worthless to me! I’ve always wanted to go back and film, and as they still live there, I may try exactly that this summer…
[as a side note, when he woke up the next day, Lach denied having opened the room up to show ANYONE the whole previous day.]
Actually another incident occured there but I couldn’t say it wasn’t the cats, About a month later I came home one evening and went to toss the keys onto the counter (opposite side from the block) and found that the five pound blender which is never used was pulled out like 4-5 inches away from where it has sat for as long as I have been in this apartment. It was tilted over and leaning on the bread machine (at a 45 degree angle). It could’ve been the cats, but I doubt it. I actually was so tired I just shoved it back into position and never took a picture. Since then, no other bizzarre or questionable incidents have occured.
Good story though Jason, I would definately check with your buddy to see if any other incidents have occured, or if that bookcase stills moves about on it’s own. If so, crank up the video recorder!
WOW Indrid. That is really creepy- I’m guessing it never happened again since you didn’t mention repeat occurances. Did you live there much longer after? Anything else strange happen there that would allude to the haunted reputation of the house?
If you do go try to catch evidence, please post it here on GhostTheory!
redngreen,
I moved out shortly after that. There were constant odd occurences there though. Supposedly still are.
One of the odd things that used to happen often; If someone was home alone, but didn’t know it, they could shout out to the other part of the house [usually to try to get Jen, Lach's sister's attention]and a female voice would respond in a very non-committal way, until you would get closer and closer to that part of the house, TRYING to make out what was being said, and then you would realize you were there alone.
This all occured in the early to mid-eighties, so it was before I was aware of EVP. NOW I think it would be a perfect house to try and record in. I’ll talk to Lach soon… actually, his sister Jen is on Facebook, so I’ll write to her and ask her about it. She ended up becoming a hollywood actress, she played the swedish au pair on the show “Dr. Quinn, Medicine Woman,” was in a few movies, and now she is concentrating on her music out in the Seattle area, if any of you are interested in seeing her perform her music live out there, she now goes by the name “Jen Savage.” She is very talented and has MANY more stories about the house than I can even imagine. She even has a great story about hoaxing ME when we were younger, and usually loves to talk about this kind of stuff. Look her up if you are in the area, she rocks. Tell her “Crocker sent you!”
Jason Crocker
ps. so far this site seems like the only worthwhile one TO post any evidence to! Just the right balance of believers and skeptiks…
I totally agree. In addition to the great content Javier, Gary and the team post, this is the only site I’ve ever visited in which the posters bring something to the table and are actually repectful to each other.
Hey Gary,
Look at the bottom picture again. The head on shot of the glass. Notice which letters are showing? “SON”, Think this means anything? It’s almost purposeful looking. If you turned the glass slightly right, the “L” would be visible. If you turned it slightly left, the “S” would not be facing front anymore. Either way you wouldn’t even think about it but as it is…..
Curious though, maybe that was some sort of coummunication. Not a bad point, but I think it’s just coincidence. Unless I have a unknown son who passed away
Another thought occurred to me from the other end of the spectrum. It’s not comepletely out of the ordinary for a cat to stick it’s head into a glass and get it stuck. Maybe that’s how the glass ended up where it was.
As for the “SON” thing, I was thinking more in terms of someone that used to live there. Your father is probably living as you are fairly young.
I don’t want to sound naive but that is hard to explain.
Actually my father has passed already, as of ten years ago.
I’m sorry to hear that Gary. My father is also gone about 8 years, cancer. I miss him every day. He was a good man. Sorry, didn’t mean to go all misty here.