Yesterday was a playful day for the spirit(s) in this house. I was working downstairs and my husband was upstairs in his recliner after coming home from having a spinal block. The pups gathered around in the kitchen (I was just aware that they were around). A playful "Boo!" went out to them and they scattered! Sounded like my husband. So I immediately went upstairs to see if I had caught him out of his chair. Nope...he was right there!

Later in the evening, my husband asked if Madi had gone outside. I said I didn't let her out as I was closing the back door. He said I just saw her walk through here. He was surprised to find her under the bed. I told him that I see a little white/gray dog a lot. I really think that it is our Yorkie Colonel who passed away in 2006.

About 2:30 in the morning we were awakened by our television in the bedroom coming on suddenly and loud! We both sat up in bed puzzled. I reached over to the opposite side of my bedside table and turned it off. We went back to sleep, but I couldn't help feel that this was someone getting our attention because they needed to tell us something. Or maybe just being playful!

Knife in the floor

Transcribing for Linda:

Your Dad was not at home. He had been gone 5 min when I turned around to walk back through the kitchen and saw this immediately. Your dad said it was on the counter to the right of the stove when he left. It was in the floor the left side of the stove. I really got a creepy feeling when I saw it.

December 18, 2016

Kenny and I and our 3 pups were sitting on the couch which backs up to the wall this Sunday night. There was a huge bang, bang, bang, and the couch vibrated so much that I thought it had broken into pieces and was making all the noise...either that or someone was banging on the front door so hard, that it was vibrating the floor and the wall. Kenny looked at me, the dogs barked...then quickly stopped...(very out of the ordinary for them) and then they didn't move or bark at all. Kenny got up, went to the bedroom and came out with a flashlight and his gun, and then searched the house, the backyard and the front door and front yard. Nothing!

We lifted the cushions off the couch and saw that the hide-a-bed was still attached and everything was normal.

Weird shit!

On Thursday, December 1st, I had my Christmas Bunco Party at a location outside my home. I left home at 5:30 pm and didn't arrive back home until 10:30 pm. (We have dinner and Dirty Santa, so it is a special night once a year, and no one leaves early!)

The next day, my husband, told me a strange story. He was sitting on the couch which faces the kitchen, now that we have the Christmas tree up as we had to rearrange the living room. He looked up from his computer and saw me at the end of the breakfast bar where I sometimes keep my computer, when I don't need to be closed up in my office. His thoughts were that he didn't see me come in or hear the dogs bark announcing my arrival. He put his computer down to come to talk to me, and I was not there...

I wasn't there because it was around 9:30 pm and I was at bunco participating in Dirty Santa. He had to admit that this was very strange. I reminded him that something like this happened with our daughters in Houston many years ago at Christmas time. Wonder if it just this time of year. But "he" who poo poos the stories I tell, told me this story. I don't think he will be a disbeliever anymore!

My alarm went off early that morning, and I got up and turned on the tv. Just 15 more minutes was all I wanted! I was half listening to the news when "Wham"...something big just hit the sideboard of my bed. My first thought was that my dog Lily had fallen off the bed and hit it, when I immediately started hearing scratching on the side of my mattress...All of the dogs started barking and growling! I sat up in bed (This all happened within seconds) and started shouting "What the hell was that!" At the same time our bathroom door opened and it was my husband wanting to know what was going on. Hard to explain, but after calming the dogs down, I told him. I think he believes, but he doesn't want me to know he does.

The rest of the day, evening and even to this moment on Sunday Morning Nov 20, nothing else has happened.

I am talking on the phone on the opposite side of the house from my bedroom. My husband rushes in and asks me if I just heard a loud boom from the attic! No, I told him, all is quiet over here. He checks the attic out and found that several items we have stored (and very tightly packed, I might add) came loose and fell out on the attic floor. He said that items must have shifted and that is what caused it. I really don't think that is what it was. We haven't been in the attic for the past 3 weeks. And he is retired Marine Corps, so when he packs something in, it doesn't shift. I don't think he believed that the items fell all on their own!

Strange Activity In My House

I was at the wine bar area cleaning it off and going through mail, etc., and the dogs went wild. Your Dad was coming up the driveway with his motorcycle...so I knew they heard him. The motorcycle turned off, and Lily was still barking. I am still at the wine bar and from the dining room (it was close) was "SHUT UP!!" Lily had a reaction with her bark as if she had been hurt...It was a very whiny bark, as if she had been hit.

I immediately went into the dining room and nobody was there. Your dad was in the garage. It wasn't him.

Then later that day, he was making their dinner plates. I was to the right of him by the pantry and walked behind him and felt like I had brushed against an overhanging light. My hair (not to my scalp) but most of my hair was moved. At first I thought, I should have ducked. Then I realized and looked around, and there was no obstruction...

The next day, I was cleaning off the breakfast table and I noticed a dime on the carpet next to the table. I picked it up and put it on the table. About 15 min of working on the mail on the table, I turned around to go into the kitchen, and I looked down and there was a dime on the floor in the same spot. I looked on the table and the dime was still there. i picked the 2nd dime up and put it on the table. About an hour later, same thing happened. Now I have 3 dimes on the table. Later there was a dime in the kitchen on the floor, but your Dad said he probably dropped that one. Right..... 4 dimes in the same night.