This is the view, of the underside of my kitchen table. The larger object at the top, is the top of the pedestal base. Then you can see where there are three "screws" (table gets more than me), with another three on the opposing side.
Yesterday, thedaughter's friend helped me switch out one kitchen set for another that I also have. I'm fickle - what can I say? I change tables, by the mood I'm in apparently.
But I digress. After the screws (we actually had only 5) were properly set, and the table returned to its upright position, and of course checked for sturdiness, we took a break from all this labor.
Approximately one half hour later, thedaughter and her friend have the table upside down again, checking to see why the table top was now NOT secure. ALL FIVE SCREWS WERE MISSING!!
I'm totally serious...they are no where to be found. Why and what could have happened to these 1 1/2" wood screws???? Luckily, after searching through two tool boxes, I found some more. The top is 100% secure now - but I cannot help but ponder the mystery of the missing screws.
To add to my weirdness, I do believe in ghosts. At one point in time, my mother (the mean bitch) and twin sister had bought a condo. Soon after moving in, they realized they had a guest living with them. My sister had named this little boy Jason (so appropriate).
They regaled us with stories of this little apparition and I was slightly ho-hum about the entire story, but always listened intently. That was until I took my kids down to visit for a weekend.
That was when we actually saw/felt this same Casper type character. He was harmless, helpful if the truth be known. Supposedly, one night when my mother was choking - Jason awoke my sister to get her some help. Dodododododododo! (Twilight Zone music). The second night, thedaughter (maybe 7 at the time) started talking in her sleep, I thought. She was talking to the person that just "brushed up against my feet."
When it was time for us to leave and I was packing my car, I deliberately made sure I had all the dirty clothes in a paper bag, by the bags - to go in the car at the same time. When I got home (an hour and a half drive), NO DIRTY CLOTHES.
I called back down to my sister, and asked her if she saw the bag anywhere, because although believeing I had put it in the car (I know I did), it didn't make it back home with me. She gave the condo a cursory look through, and said she didn't see it anywhere.
Two days later, she called me and said she was doing laundry, and found THE BAG, just sitting inside the dryer!!! WTF!?!?! After losing the argument that she was pulling my leg, I caved and had no other answer. My sister did do some research on the grounds where the condos were contructed. It was originally farmland, remaining with one family for a great many years. The only death recorded, by accident, was a young boy, who fell down a well. I no longer remember all the details, but felt that may explain some things.
But since all the neighbors have their Halloween decorations up and the creapy movies are all on TV - I guess I'm just going to have to figure out who is haunting my house.....and if they are going to return those FIVE SCREWS!!!
Later...............................
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