It seems that I'll just be doing normal, everyday things like moving a few things from one room to another when suddenly something strange happens. That happened to me a few days ago. I decided to finish getting myself ready for the day in our downstairs bathroom, so I gathered a few items I needed and temporarily lay them on top of a chest, and went back for a couple of more items. When I got back to my first group of items, I was amazed to see a small container where I keep a few of my earrings, etc. precariously perched on the edge of a white basket. Although I had only gotten about five hours of sleep the night before, I thought that I surely wasn't that far gone, to have placed the small container the way it was sitting. I'm always careful, because I hate for stuff to fall on the floor, and I can't imagine placing the container like that. I asked Greg if he had moved any of my stuff, and he said that he hadn't.
If I didn't do it and Greg didn't do it, then there was only one more explanation, and it wasn't a normal one.-It had to be paranormal! It seems that the paranormal has become the new norm in our new house.
The room where I'd placed these things does have a haunted piece of furniture in it; I know that as a fact, because a visiting psychic saw the spirit in that very room next to her apparently favorite piece of furniture. I'm going to tell everything the psychic told us (It's fascinating!) in another paranormal book I'm currently writing.
Anyway, I do believe that this spirit moved the small container to the place I found it sitting. Why? Who knows? Maybe she wanted to let us know that she was still in the house or maybe she just wanted a little excitement or attention.
That's okay. After my initial shock wore off, it really didn't bother me. She seems harmless enough. However, if things things ever stop being harmless, that piece of furniture is out of our house-heirloom or not!
"Intelligent hauntings are (when) they're trying to communicate with you, like tugging on your clothes."
Thanks for visiting! Until next Saturday, Becky