posted on Jan, 26 2013 @ 12:49 AM
About six years ago our next door neighbor, who was only in his mid thirties, passed away from cancer. We were not particularly close and at the time
he died we were out of town for several months on business. He was a quite friendly and somewhat charismatic individual, yet still more of an
introvert than not.
His widow described him as something akin to the world’s greatest prankster.
When we returned home for good after his death, very odd things began happening immediately. I have a longer story about when all the kids are
failing, you have to eventually take a look at the teacher. In this case, when these things happen literally daily, the connection is pretty easy to
make. “Richard” does indeed enjoy messing with me. I do a ton of tinkering with everything from amateur inventor things to as much home repair as
necessary and where I’m competent to do so. EVERY time I get the tools out, as soon as I put one down I find it somewhere else the next time I need
it. For example, I have trained myself to only lay the wire strippers directly in front of me whenever I use them because I will need them multiple
times and it is sensible to have a dedicated location.
I have found them so far out of place as to be physically unreachable without moving. Usually they are off to the side, maybe tucked under another
tool, and sometimes I would swear they have completely disappeared until I get up to look for them and there they are exactly in my original line of
sight or even under my leg where it would have been impossible to place them.
Richard is only playing, but it gets frustrating when I need to do something quickly. He doesn’t seem interested in anything else in our lives, but
whenever I get the tools out it seems to be the same as calling him on the psychic hot line and inviting him over.
I hope his playfulness means he is happy.