Call Me Crazy
There has been a lot of things going on in our lives lately, and I'll blog about it soon. Just not right now. What I do want to share with y'all is the craziness that is invading my life the last few months. Now, I'm fully aware that by sharing this, some are going to shake their heads and call me crazy. Those who know me will believe me and yet still shake their heads and call me crazy. Doesn't matter, it's all true.
If I remember correctly, I believe the first incident happened about 3 months ago. I was going out to my car one morning to leave for work and saw a huge limb, probably 12 ft long, in the middle of my yard. It had apparently came off of the tree next to my drive and had been drug to the middle of my yard. I went to check out my car to see if it'd been damaged and behind my car was a 3 x 5 ft. pile of sticks and branches. A pile as if it were made for a bonfire or something, perfectly square and about 2 ft. high. I called Charlie because he'd just been picked up about 15 minutes before I'd gone outside by his ride to go to school. He said the limb had been right behind my car and they'd pulled it to the middle of the yard so I could get out of the drive way. I asked him about the pile of wood behind my car and he asked his friend and told me neither one of them had seen anything behind my car. The only thing that had been there was the limb and they'd pulled it to the side. I told Charlie they had to have seen this pile of wood, that it was sitting directly behind my car and was a huge pile of wood. They said the only thing that was behind my car was that huge limb and it had taken the two of them to pull it into the middle of the yard because they knew it had me trapped in my driveway. He said if there had been a pile of wood, they'd have moved it too. This pile behind my car...it was man made...I promise you that.
Okay...I'm making a mountain out of molehill, right?
I started parking my car in the garage because apparently limbs are falling from my tree and arranging themselves in stacks. One morning a couple of Saturdays later, I was going out to my garage to get my car out and as I walked out my front door into my driveway...there sat a toilet. I'll give you a minute to let that soak in. A toilet was sitting in the very middle of my driveway. I kid you not. There wasn't a way I could back my car out of the garage because of this toilet and I had an appointment with my physical therapist for my knee, so I called Charlie who had spent the night with his band mates and asked if he knew when he'd be home so he could help me move a toilet out the driveway. He said 'what'? I told him the story and he didn't believe me. Yeah, I make this sort of stuff up a lot, thank you. No way I was going to move this with my knee, and since he doesn't drive and the guy driving him had gone to pick up someone, he said he'd be home as soon as he could but wasn't sure when. So...I called the city trash pick up. I told them someone had dropped a toilet off in my driveway and I needed it removed. They asked me to repeat it. I told them, again, that I'd gotten up to discover a toilet in the middle of my driveway. When I heard a bit of an echo and then laughter, I realized they had put me on speaker phone. I laughed and said that was very funny, but that the truth was that I had a pt appointment and had to get out of my garage and out of my driveway. They said they'd be by to pick it up. They also called back to make sure it hadn't been a prank call.
A couple of weeks later $40 went missing out my wallet. I tried to justify it by telling myself I'd lost it or something and got $40 more out of the bank because I needed to give Charlie $10 for gas money and that gave me a 20 and a 10. The next day that, too, was missing from my wallet. I was freaking out. All day I tried to figure out what was going on, how could that have happened. Later that night I was telling Charlie about it and he was saying I must've lost it in my bag somewhere. Okay, I do carry large bags, larger than most. I emptied everything out...nothing. Later that night I got my wallet out and was going through it, again, and saw just a bit of a corner of green sticking out from behind my drivers license. I pull out my drivers license and there is my money...folded up tightly into about a 1/2 in by 1/2 inch square. I unfolded it and it's all there. Someone had taken all of my money, and folded it up and hidden it behind my drivers license. I unfolded it and took it to show Charlie. He said I must've done it and forgot about it. Ladies, guys even, how many times have you ever taken money...folded it up unbelievably tight into a square and hidden it behind your license? I've never hidden money period, never had that much to spare to hide. So please, tell me, what's going on??
A few days after that, Charlie had came home from school and let our dogs out, let them back in and left. I was home about an hour later from work and let the dogs out again. When I went to let them back in, they were gone and both of the gates on our fence were open and the locks we'd had on them were gone. They hadn't been secure locks, but they were both gone. Fortunately someone found our dogs and we got them back 24 hours later, and I bought locks with keys for both of the gates. My fence is 6 ft tall. Someone climbed them, took the locks off from the inside and opened both gates. Why?
Twice this month someone has let the air (not all the air, but about 10 lbs) out of different tires on my car. Had them checked, nothing wrong with my tires. If it weren't for the aircheck that comes on in my car, I wouldn't have known.
This past Tuesday I was leaving work and when I opened my car door, there on my black floor mats were two perfect white footprints. Women's footprints. How do I know they were women's? They were pointed toes and extremely narrow heels, looked like pointed toe pumps. I wear size 9 Crocs to work and trust me on this, I was born with wide feet. Plus, there was a part missing from my car. Just one of those little flap covers in the back window that covers the seat release, but still, it was gone. I'd been looking at them a couple of days earlier thinking I needed to figure out how to use those because Charlie and I are moving and I needed to lay those seats down, so I know it was there. Just in case, even though no one ever gets in my back seat, I searched the car. Nowhere. When I got home I told Charlie about it and he insisted on seeing the footprints. You know he thought I was crazy. He looked at them, and said "Mom, someone has been in your car". I showed a lady I worked with, and she, too, said someone had to have been in my car because those prints couldn't belong to me. What I can't figure out (as if there is ONE thing I can't figure out) is what was the white stuff? There is nothing in our parking lot or at my home that is covered in white dust. It's almost as if it were done deliberately because they are perfect, side by side footprints. Not smeared, perfect...and just the two. I stopped by Kia on my way home last night and the parts guy looked at me like I was crazy when I told him my story. He said they'd have to order the part (turns out they had it, how cool is that?) but asked if he could see the prints. Okay. So I took him to look at the prints. He looked at what was left (probably 80% was left) and looked at my feet in Crocs ( hey, I wear scrubs to work!!) and plus the size of my feet and said "Do you lock your car?". Uh, yeah. Every single time. And even if I didn't ONCE, is it possible to believe that that ONE time someone would do this? The part cost me $9.00 and he put it in for me for free and told me to start watching where I park because someone is apparently able to get into my car. Thanks, this I know.
This morning I stumbled out of bed when the alarm went off, took two closed eyed steps into my bathroom and turned on the lights and POW, bright lights, glass shattering and then darkness. I'm still half asleep so I'm thinking I'd knocked over my bedside lamp, only then I realize I'm in my bathroom. I reach around the corner and turn on my bedside lamp, but nothing. I try my wall switch...nothing. I go to the fuse box and flip a switch and go back to see what happened in my bathroom. My overhead light...like a heat lamp light had apparently exploded. The glass covered my bathroom floor, in the shower and around the wall behind where I'd been standing. I am so blessed that nothing hit me, got in my eye or under foot. But still...how often does that happen? I've had the light burn out like normal lights over the years, but what makes a light explode like that? When Charlie got up I told him the strangest thing had happened. He said "Really mom? Stranger than the footprints in your car?" I dunno, you judge Charlie. Later he came out of my bathroom, having decided to check it out for himself and said "That is a little weird, how'd you not get hit?" Don't know...just lucky I guess...with a tad of odd luck thrown in too.
So, tell me...am I crazy?
If I remember correctly, I believe the first incident happened about 3 months ago. I was going out to my car one morning to leave for work and saw a huge limb, probably 12 ft long, in the middle of my yard. It had apparently came off of the tree next to my drive and had been drug to the middle of my yard. I went to check out my car to see if it'd been damaged and behind my car was a 3 x 5 ft. pile of sticks and branches. A pile as if it were made for a bonfire or something, perfectly square and about 2 ft. high. I called Charlie because he'd just been picked up about 15 minutes before I'd gone outside by his ride to go to school. He said the limb had been right behind my car and they'd pulled it to the middle of the yard so I could get out of the drive way. I asked him about the pile of wood behind my car and he asked his friend and told me neither one of them had seen anything behind my car. The only thing that had been there was the limb and they'd pulled it to the side. I told Charlie they had to have seen this pile of wood, that it was sitting directly behind my car and was a huge pile of wood. They said the only thing that was behind my car was that huge limb and it had taken the two of them to pull it into the middle of the yard because they knew it had me trapped in my driveway. He said if there had been a pile of wood, they'd have moved it too. This pile behind my car...it was man made...I promise you that.
Okay...I'm making a mountain out of molehill, right?
I started parking my car in the garage because apparently limbs are falling from my tree and arranging themselves in stacks. One morning a couple of Saturdays later, I was going out to my garage to get my car out and as I walked out my front door into my driveway...there sat a toilet. I'll give you a minute to let that soak in. A toilet was sitting in the very middle of my driveway. I kid you not. There wasn't a way I could back my car out of the garage because of this toilet and I had an appointment with my physical therapist for my knee, so I called Charlie who had spent the night with his band mates and asked if he knew when he'd be home so he could help me move a toilet out the driveway. He said 'what'? I told him the story and he didn't believe me. Yeah, I make this sort of stuff up a lot, thank you. No way I was going to move this with my knee, and since he doesn't drive and the guy driving him had gone to pick up someone, he said he'd be home as soon as he could but wasn't sure when. So...I called the city trash pick up. I told them someone had dropped a toilet off in my driveway and I needed it removed. They asked me to repeat it. I told them, again, that I'd gotten up to discover a toilet in the middle of my driveway. When I heard a bit of an echo and then laughter, I realized they had put me on speaker phone. I laughed and said that was very funny, but that the truth was that I had a pt appointment and had to get out of my garage and out of my driveway. They said they'd be by to pick it up. They also called back to make sure it hadn't been a prank call.
A couple of weeks later $40 went missing out my wallet. I tried to justify it by telling myself I'd lost it or something and got $40 more out of the bank because I needed to give Charlie $10 for gas money and that gave me a 20 and a 10. The next day that, too, was missing from my wallet. I was freaking out. All day I tried to figure out what was going on, how could that have happened. Later that night I was telling Charlie about it and he was saying I must've lost it in my bag somewhere. Okay, I do carry large bags, larger than most. I emptied everything out...nothing. Later that night I got my wallet out and was going through it, again, and saw just a bit of a corner of green sticking out from behind my drivers license. I pull out my drivers license and there is my money...folded up tightly into about a 1/2 in by 1/2 inch square. I unfolded it and it's all there. Someone had taken all of my money, and folded it up and hidden it behind my drivers license. I unfolded it and took it to show Charlie. He said I must've done it and forgot about it. Ladies, guys even, how many times have you ever taken money...folded it up unbelievably tight into a square and hidden it behind your license? I've never hidden money period, never had that much to spare to hide. So please, tell me, what's going on??
A few days after that, Charlie had came home from school and let our dogs out, let them back in and left. I was home about an hour later from work and let the dogs out again. When I went to let them back in, they were gone and both of the gates on our fence were open and the locks we'd had on them were gone. They hadn't been secure locks, but they were both gone. Fortunately someone found our dogs and we got them back 24 hours later, and I bought locks with keys for both of the gates. My fence is 6 ft tall. Someone climbed them, took the locks off from the inside and opened both gates. Why?
Twice this month someone has let the air (not all the air, but about 10 lbs) out of different tires on my car. Had them checked, nothing wrong with my tires. If it weren't for the aircheck that comes on in my car, I wouldn't have known.
This past Tuesday I was leaving work and when I opened my car door, there on my black floor mats were two perfect white footprints. Women's footprints. How do I know they were women's? They were pointed toes and extremely narrow heels, looked like pointed toe pumps. I wear size 9 Crocs to work and trust me on this, I was born with wide feet. Plus, there was a part missing from my car. Just one of those little flap covers in the back window that covers the seat release, but still, it was gone. I'd been looking at them a couple of days earlier thinking I needed to figure out how to use those because Charlie and I are moving and I needed to lay those seats down, so I know it was there. Just in case, even though no one ever gets in my back seat, I searched the car. Nowhere. When I got home I told Charlie about it and he insisted on seeing the footprints. You know he thought I was crazy. He looked at them, and said "Mom, someone has been in your car". I showed a lady I worked with, and she, too, said someone had to have been in my car because those prints couldn't belong to me. What I can't figure out (as if there is ONE thing I can't figure out) is what was the white stuff? There is nothing in our parking lot or at my home that is covered in white dust. It's almost as if it were done deliberately because they are perfect, side by side footprints. Not smeared, perfect...and just the two. I stopped by Kia on my way home last night and the parts guy looked at me like I was crazy when I told him my story. He said they'd have to order the part (turns out they had it, how cool is that?) but asked if he could see the prints. Okay. So I took him to look at the prints. He looked at what was left (probably 80% was left) and looked at my feet in Crocs ( hey, I wear scrubs to work!!) and plus the size of my feet and said "Do you lock your car?". Uh, yeah. Every single time. And even if I didn't ONCE, is it possible to believe that that ONE time someone would do this? The part cost me $9.00 and he put it in for me for free and told me to start watching where I park because someone is apparently able to get into my car. Thanks, this I know.
This morning I stumbled out of bed when the alarm went off, took two closed eyed steps into my bathroom and turned on the lights and POW, bright lights, glass shattering and then darkness. I'm still half asleep so I'm thinking I'd knocked over my bedside lamp, only then I realize I'm in my bathroom. I reach around the corner and turn on my bedside lamp, but nothing. I try my wall switch...nothing. I go to the fuse box and flip a switch and go back to see what happened in my bathroom. My overhead light...like a heat lamp light had apparently exploded. The glass covered my bathroom floor, in the shower and around the wall behind where I'd been standing. I am so blessed that nothing hit me, got in my eye or under foot. But still...how often does that happen? I've had the light burn out like normal lights over the years, but what makes a light explode like that? When Charlie got up I told him the strangest thing had happened. He said "Really mom? Stranger than the footprints in your car?" I dunno, you judge Charlie. Later he came out of my bathroom, having decided to check it out for himself and said "That is a little weird, how'd you not get hit?" Don't know...just lucky I guess...with a tad of odd luck thrown in too.
So, tell me...am I crazy?
posted by kathi | 3:00 PM
25 Comments:
I don't even know what to say! How scary is that? Do you know anybody with a spy camera you can stash somewhere? Seriously. This gives me the chills.
nancy ~ Ditto your seriously and I'll raise you on the chills. It's too freakin' weird.
Perfect story for Halloween! Well, gee...I don't know. Remember you are Bullmastiff You are confident, reasonable, and very calm. Nothing shakes you up. Because this kind of stuff would shake me up!
Hope you can figure out what's going up. Seems like someone with a sick sense of humor is having fun with you.
Glad you wrote again!
Kathi... I got goose bumps reading your post. All those things are truly freaky. The person in your car is the ickiest of all... perhaps a video camera isn't a bad idea!
jbt ~ LOL, how dumb am I? When I blogged today it never entered my mind it was Halloween. More than shaking me up, it's tickin' me off.
lovelladro ~ it makes me feel very violated. A video camera would be a great idea...a lot of hours of taping though, huh?
Half way through the story, I began to wonder if your were doing a Halloween spoof, but I guess not!!
Are you crazy? No. But it is good you are moving, I think.
Kathi, do you believe in spirits? I've never had anything as long lasting or as complex as this, but I've had spirits in my home. Usually all it takes is talking to them and requesting that they quit doing what they are doing. It may take more than one session of requesting. How long have you lived there? It is interesting that it is just happening now. I wonder if the spirits want you to stay.
The only other thing I can think of is a neighbor who is playing tricks. But the facts of locks on the car and lock on the gates make it unlikely that anyone could actually do that.
Hey, for someone who was complaining about nothing going on in her life, you've certainly taken a bounce into the active field!!! LOL!
lynilu ~ yup, I believe. Whether that's what this is...dunno. A spirit putting a 75 lb toilet in my driveway is a tad wild but at this point, that theory is as good as any. I have NO CLUE WHATSOEVER what is going on or why. I'm just glad y'all believe me because I was so tempted not to write about it.
That is a little weird Kathi that's all I can say. I'll keep watching to see what happens next.
keasty ~ you and me both, hon. :)
I'm not a blogger but I visit your blog occassionally.....I will be back regularly from now on. Those things are like something from a Stephen King novel. My comment is.....some of those occurences would require more than one person, i.e. the wood pile and the toilet. Freaky for sure!!!
Ruth in Canada
Oh wow honey! Oh odd! That post had the hair on the back of my neck standing on end.
I don't know what is going on, but I for sure believe you sweetie. ((hug)) And I'm going to agree with the others on the camera idea.
OMG!!! These is too crazy. I am so glad that you are moving and I hope that you do get a spy camera. It seems as though someone is definitely trying to get your attention.
Do you have a car alarm?? If not I think that might be something you might want to get.
I suppose that if you looked at each coincidence separately, you could dismiss it as such. However, recalling the timeline and each strange occurrence brings with it the “weird” factor.
Putting in the mix that you're moving might have some bearing, though I have no clue what.
Listen, get out that anointing oil, and start blessing everything -- yourself, the car, the house, the gates, the kids, and the dogs too!
“No weapon formed against you shall prosper.” Isaiah 54:17
ruth ~ well, thanks for the comment and take some time to let me get to know you too. :)
kidd ~ yeah, that would be cool but expensive and with all the odd stuff inside the house, outside the house...where would I put it? The money thing had to be done INSIDE my home. I HATE thinking that someone came into my home and got into my bag with me in the house. ?????
michelle ~ I do, but the Kia guy said that if they use that slide thing it wouldn't set it off.
believer ~ oh...you know me. I pray over my family and house daily...I AM God's, my family and I ARE covered by the blood of Jesus and neither Satan or his demons have ANY power over us! I do oil the enty's every now and then, but you're right, sure wouldn't hurt to do it again now.
I'm running late, but I have to come back and read this all again. I do believe you are being haunted by a ptolergeist!
Oh my gosh. You guys might need to invest in an alarm, or motion lights or something...I'm worried for you.
Hrmmm, .....Do you have any "woman" that would be jealous of you? It sounds as though someone is messing with you in a nondescript type of way- yet obviously annoying. Who has access to your purse? Who has access to your car? Was there another made to ANYONE that you know of? I want to include the thought of your ex and possible ex's girlfriend, if he has one.
Please just be on guard because I have been stalked for the past 8 months or so and still being stalked on websites and it's trickling into other people's lives...this by someone who is bitter.
Do you know any bitter women?
Praying for you! xxoo
I agree more with Deb even though I do believe in "the other life", etc. but it sounds like someone is having fun with you.
dabich ~ you know the rules here, once comment per blogger. LOL.
3 c's ~ I'm outta here soon. Awwww, don't worry about me hon, I'm covered. It's just so freaky!
deb ~ if you ever trust me on anything, trust me on this...there isn't a woman ANYWHERE that would be jealous of me. As much as it kills me to say this, I'm in good with everyone I know, can't think of a soul tht would have any reason to be bitter towards me. But, pray away hon...I welcome prayers!
jbt ~ when someone comes into my home and takes my money...that's not fun...just like getting into my locked car and breaking something in it, even if it did only cost $9.00 to repair...is not fun. Actually, I'm not having any fun at all. ;)
Ok I am now breaking the rules ;)
I swear this has the feel of the supernatural.
I'm sending up prayers for you as well, kathi! HUGZ!
Wow - I kept waiting for the punchline too - Weird, for sure, but one thing did strike me. You said you guys were moving. We have been watchin "A Haunting" lately (I hate scary stuff - my 9 year old loves it - I start watching and can't stop).
Wonder if the spirits in your home are mad at you for moving. Kinda like putting things in the driveway so you can't get out. Letting the dogs go, so maybe you won't leave?? (that's a little far stretched I know) Just makes you wonder, but I totally believe in the spirits and it sounds like you got some that don't wanna let you go.
Keep us informed and I hope you figure something out soon. Maybe it's a secret admirer that wears pointy shoes that doesn't want you to leave the neighborhood.
OK Blogger ate my comment...
Rules are meant to be broken! lol
I stick with my Poltergeist idea, even if I butchered the spelling above.
Has anything else happened????
Yeah, definitely got punked.....the sticks thing was from "blair Witch". That tripped me off.
I sure hope that by now you have moved and all is well. This is weird...
Kathy....come on now!
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