I was just talking with Rincewind about an event that happened to me some years ago and I decided to share it.
I am going to preface this post by saying I do NOT believe in ghosts or the paranormal. I am sure there is a logical explanation for what is termed paranormal, even if we dont know what it is at the time.
That said, here is my story:
Between 2004 and 2007, we (my ex husband, my self, and my two kids, who were about 6 and 3 at the time) lived in base housing on Shaw AFB in Sumter, SC. The housing consisted of a standard, one story ranch style house. Two of these houses were connected but there was no access from one house to the other. They shared a wall, basically. At the time we lived in this house, the other side of it was vacant.
The house was long and narrow. The carport door opened into the kitchen. There was a long passage way from which the doors to the rooms opened. So from the furthest back bedroom door, you could see directly through the hall, diningroom, and kitchen, to the carport door. There was another door in the living room, and a sliding glass door off the diningroom (these essentially faced each other). We are from New York; I dont trust people and our house (doors and windows) was always locked tight at night.
My ex husband worked nights. he got home around 8 am, and I would get up and fix him something to eat before he went to bed.Normally I woke up when I heard him come in.
Last piece of background: I am severely near sighted and cant see clearly more than about 6 inches in front of me without my glasses.
Ok, so one morning I hear noise in the kitchen. It wakes me up. I glance at the alarm clock, its about quarter to eight. I am like, why is Eric home early?? He never came home early...in fact, he was usually late, giving report to the next shift.
I am worried so I hop out of bed. I dont grab my glasses, because I can get around the house blind and I'm in a hurry.
I step into the hallway and look towards the kitchen. I can see a figure. it looks like a man in fatigues. He's facing a rack on which we kept dry goods, and he is picking up a box that sounds like macaroni. I can hear the dry noodles. I say, Why are you home early? He doesn't say anything. He turns to face me, sets the noodles on the counter, and moves into the kitchen where I can't see him. I heard his military issue boots on the linoleum.
It isn't like eric to 1) not speak (he is a champion complainer) and 2) cook for himself, so I am already kinda weirded out, but mostly I am afraid because if Eric isn't speaking to me, that means he's giving me the silent treatment and I did something. That means a fight is coming.
Reluctantly I go to the kitchen to speak to him. Keep in mind that to go through any of the doors, he would have had to be in my line of sight.
Nobody is in the kitchen. A box of noodles is on the counter, and I am positive I didn't leave it there, because we had terrible waterbugs and they got into EVERYTHING - hence the wire racking. If I left a box of food on the counter, it would have cockroaches in it by morning. (Base maintenance said they were breeding in the empty house attached to ours, nothing they could do).
Now, I am positive I was awake because I went back to the bedroom to get my glasses, and while I was doing that my husband came home.
Like I said, I do not believe in the paranormal. But this event is inexplicable to me. I have had hallucinations while grievously ill, but I was not ill that day.
What are your inexplicable stories? Weird **** happens. Let's swap stories.
I am going to preface this post by saying I do NOT believe in ghosts or the paranormal. I am sure there is a logical explanation for what is termed paranormal, even if we dont know what it is at the time.
That said, here is my story:
Between 2004 and 2007, we (my ex husband, my self, and my two kids, who were about 6 and 3 at the time) lived in base housing on Shaw AFB in Sumter, SC. The housing consisted of a standard, one story ranch style house. Two of these houses were connected but there was no access from one house to the other. They shared a wall, basically. At the time we lived in this house, the other side of it was vacant.
The house was long and narrow. The carport door opened into the kitchen. There was a long passage way from which the doors to the rooms opened. So from the furthest back bedroom door, you could see directly through the hall, diningroom, and kitchen, to the carport door. There was another door in the living room, and a sliding glass door off the diningroom (these essentially faced each other). We are from New York; I dont trust people and our house (doors and windows) was always locked tight at night.
My ex husband worked nights. he got home around 8 am, and I would get up and fix him something to eat before he went to bed.Normally I woke up when I heard him come in.
Last piece of background: I am severely near sighted and cant see clearly more than about 6 inches in front of me without my glasses.
Ok, so one morning I hear noise in the kitchen. It wakes me up. I glance at the alarm clock, its about quarter to eight. I am like, why is Eric home early?? He never came home early...in fact, he was usually late, giving report to the next shift.
I am worried so I hop out of bed. I dont grab my glasses, because I can get around the house blind and I'm in a hurry.
I step into the hallway and look towards the kitchen. I can see a figure. it looks like a man in fatigues. He's facing a rack on which we kept dry goods, and he is picking up a box that sounds like macaroni. I can hear the dry noodles. I say, Why are you home early? He doesn't say anything. He turns to face me, sets the noodles on the counter, and moves into the kitchen where I can't see him. I heard his military issue boots on the linoleum.
It isn't like eric to 1) not speak (he is a champion complainer) and 2) cook for himself, so I am already kinda weirded out, but mostly I am afraid because if Eric isn't speaking to me, that means he's giving me the silent treatment and I did something. That means a fight is coming.
Reluctantly I go to the kitchen to speak to him. Keep in mind that to go through any of the doors, he would have had to be in my line of sight.
Nobody is in the kitchen. A box of noodles is on the counter, and I am positive I didn't leave it there, because we had terrible waterbugs and they got into EVERYTHING - hence the wire racking. If I left a box of food on the counter, it would have cockroaches in it by morning. (Base maintenance said they were breeding in the empty house attached to ours, nothing they could do).
Now, I am positive I was awake because I went back to the bedroom to get my glasses, and while I was doing that my husband came home.
Like I said, I do not believe in the paranormal. But this event is inexplicable to me. I have had hallucinations while grievously ill, but I was not ill that day.
What are your inexplicable stories? Weird **** happens. Let's swap stories.
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