posted on May, 12 2009 @ 05:30 PM
reply to post by stereovoyaged
Interesting thread.
When my grandmother died, I can't remember the exact day but it was either the day before, the day of, or the day after her funeral my self, my two
brothers, and my parents were sitting downstairs eating breakfast at the table. The milk was on the table, and suddenly the milk cap began jumping off
of the gallon of milk. I don't mean like how the cap can sometimes pop off due to pressure, it was jumping a good eight inches in the air. And did it
several times, always landing perfectly back on the gallon of milk (granted it didn't land screwed on, just sort of placed itself on top of the
gallon). Also, my grandma had died of smoking, and at the time my mom was a smoker, although my mom wasn't there for this. It was about 7 am, and I
was going to get cereal to eat for breakfast. I walked across my kitchen and suddenly the ash tray my mom used that was sitting by the sink as my dad
had washed it, just jumped up and flipped over. It freaked me out. Here is a diagram of my kitchen at the time (the X is where the ash tray is the
lines with the arrow is where I was walking, the rest of it is a peninsula, the area where the sink was, and the area where the stove was. The dots
are there b/c it wouldn't let me separate the I's with spaces)
__X_______
I..............I
I..............I
I..............I
me ----->
Also, one more story, one morning when I was young I was picking up our basement to surprise my parents. I had cleaned everything up, and even
organized books on a book shelf. As I finished I began walking up the stairs when I heard all the books come crashing down, I was upset, and boy was
it loud. Anyways, I walked around the corner to find that nothing was on the ground at all.
[edit on 12-5-2009 by Ryanp5555]