posted on Jan, 26 2013 @ 01:26 AM
I had a chance to post this in another forum and it got me thinking that maybe there are more "true" and humorous ghost stories. I should point out
that if someone were to ask me directly I might still say I don't even believe in spirits, but as you will read there is a good deal of evidence in
my own life indicating I could be wrong in that assertion.
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 would later describe him to me as something akin to the world’s greatest prankster. This is important to know.
When we returned home for good after his death, very odd things began happening immediately, literally daily, making 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 projects to major home repair if
I'm competent to do so. EVERY SINGLE TIME since Richard's passing whenever I get the tools out, they began to have a life of their own. Many, many
times I may put a pair of pliers or some other item down and eventually find them 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 know I will need them multiple times and so it is sensible
to have a dedicated location. Almost half a second later I have found them so far out of place as to be physically unreachable without getting up from
the work bench and moving. Usually they are off to the side, maybe tucked under another tool, and sometimes I would swear they have completely
disappeared until I finally get up to look for them and there they are exactly in my original line of sight where they were supposed to be or in
contrast maybe under my leg where it would have been impossible to place without performing some act too distasteful to describe in a G rated
I have a longer story that says when all the kids are failing, you have to eventually take a look at the teacher.
I know that 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, and when my wife puts her tiny red and white night gown on that he is either downstairs playing with the
sockets and wrenches or suffers temporary deaf and blindness.
I would love input about Richard or other stories of similar nature. Thanks for the time.