Disappearing Object Phenonomen

10 years ago

I mentioned "my ghost" in the thread about Who Am I. Since most of you don't believe in ghosts, and I certainly can relate to that, thought I would tell you about "mine". Actually I call it "the poltergeist" although I don't believe it behaves like a poltergeist...but that is just what I call it. Things disappear....I look all over for them....then they re-appear, right where they were supposed to have been all along. Well, you could say that I just over looked them. One of the fairly recent ones...one set of my truck keys disappeared. I looked everywhere for them. One day they showed up on the floor of the truck, right by the gas pedal. Several times I had looked under the seat and even vacuumed the truck. They weren't there. It happens fairly often here....to the extent that when I lose something, I don't even want to look for it...it seems futile.
The strangest thing to happen was when the kitten "disappeared". I have told about this before...but if you didn't read it then... My husband was in the hospital. He had a very large kidney stone lodged in his kidney. Too big to pass, too big to break up with lithotripsy. They had to actually cut into his kidney to remove it. I had been at the hospital all day and on my way home, got a call that the gal I rehab wildlife with, had a baby kitten, if I wanted to try and raise it. I stopped and got it. He was not more than a day or two old. He still had his umbilical cord. He was in bad shape....cold. I wrapped him in a towel and put him on the passenger seat. I stopped on the way home at Petsmart and got milk and a bottle for him, and went through a drive thru and got a piece of chicken for myself. When I got home, the first thing I had to do was close up my chickens for the night. I left him in the truck. I had the window rolled down about a quarter of the way. When I came back to the truck, no more than five minutes later, one of the cats, James, was in the truck, eating my chicken and the kitten was gone.

I needed to hurry and get him on a heating pad, to warm him up before I tried to give him a bottle. I looked everywhere in the truck. The towel was still folded like I left it. I could not find the kitten anywhere. Then I heard it crying. The sound was coming from outside the truck. I thought one of the cats might have grabbed him and dropped him on the outside. It sounded like the cries were coming from the bed of the truck...but he wasn't there. In desperation I crawled under the truck, and in the tiny space between the truck cab and bed, I saw a compartment of sorts on the outside of the truck cab. I could barely squeeze my hand into the space...holding my hand flat. The compartment where he was had sort of baffles....like a shutter. There was a piece of fabric screen over it. I tore the fabric back, and could stick my fingers in and felt the kitten, but there was no way to get to him.

One of my neighbors had said if I needed any help while Jody was in the hospital, to let him know. So I called him and he came over. It was almost dark but he crawled under the truck and with a flashlight, could see where the kitten was....but there was no way we could find to get him out. We also couldn't find any way he could have gotten in there. There was no opening from the back seat of the truck that he could have gone through. Plus, the kitten was half dead to begin with. Sadly, we decided we couldn't do anything....the kitten would have to die in there.

That night we had a front come through. It rained and was cold. The next morning I set out for the hospital. All was quiet. Not a sound from the kitten. I assumed it had died. I dreamed about it the night before, and in my dream, I had gotten some clippers and cut through the plastic and got the kitten out.

I had just gotten to town and my husband called and said to not be in a hurry to come up there because they were going to keep him one more day. So I stopped at a favorite restaurant to eat lunch. I came out to my truck....the kitten was crying. Oh, it made me feel sick. But, I remembered my dream, so I went to a nearby Home Depot...went inside and bought some clippers. I drove to the end of the parking lot and crawled under the truck. I couldn't get the clippers in the tiny space between the cab and the bed. Well, at least I had tried. I crawled out and opened the door to the back seat to put the clippers on the floor there.....and there lay the kitten. On the floor. I grabbed him up and held him to my skin under my shirt and drove home. I called my neighbor while I was driving and asked him...."Where was that kitten last night?" I felt like I was losing my mind. He re-affirmed what I already knew and he couldn't believe the kitten was out. Well, the kitten lived. He is a year and a half old...named Favio but we call him Fob or Farb. I have no explanation how he got in that place or how he got out. Under the back seat, on the drivers side, where he was laying and the side where that compartment was, is the bundle of tools to change a tire. It was a new truck and the tools had never been removed. He couldn't have crawled over them, the bundle filled up the entire space, even if there was a way to get behind there and a place to get out of the cab. I have looked under the seat many times....there was no way for him to get out of the cab of the truck. And no way for him to get back in...once he was out. Also it is a miracle that he lived. He was almost dead when I got him and when I got him back, the same. I am amazed he had the strength to cry, even weakly.

There is a name for this....called Disappearing Object Phenonomen. I have read many strange stories on the internet about it. I could say, well, they are just stories, but I have no reason to lie about this and it is as strange to me as it would be to anyone. But it is the exact truth. What happens...how it happens....I don't know. But it has happened to me a lot. Only once before I moved here. My daughter laughed until it happened to her. She was in college and lived in an old, very small apartment. Her bathroom was so small...it just had a small, wall hung sink. She was going out one night....put on her makeup and then couldn't find her compact. She looked everywhere. Came home, went in the bathroom, and it was on the edge of the sink. And, yes, she lived alone. My husband laughed until it happened to him. Anyway, I could tell you about many more times that it happened....but this is too long already.

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Chi

10 years ago

Neat story! I believe in ghosts. I believe most "hauntings" have other explanations but I do believe it's possible.

I had an experience back in 2008 shortly after my mom died. I was having a really hard time, lost my job, deep depression. I was living alone in an apartment. For a few years, I had been collecting perfume bottles and had quite a collection. Her entire life, my mom had worn Shalimar perfume, and it's the only one she even owned.

One day I wandered into my guest bedroom and found a bottle of my perfume on the floor. I didn't think anything of it and put it back on the dresser. The next day, I went in there again and it was on the floor again. Thinking it was kind of weird but figuring my cats knocked it over, I put it in the middle of the dresser so it wouldn't fall and closed the door behind me. Next day, it was on the floor again. A little spooked but curious, I put it again in the middle of the dresser and added a small bottle of Shalimar that I still had from my mom's belongings and shut the door. The next day, both were on the floor and I interpreted it as my mom saying hi and letting me know everything would be okay, and it was!

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Jasdip
10 years ago
Wow, both of those stories are incredible.

Chi, are you Chigirl? You and Marilyn must remember Dotmom. She would mention that there would be a peanut laying in the hall. Her deceased son Brian always loved peanuts.
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marilyn_c
Original Author
10 years ago
I was house sitting for a friend who was gone for a month. I always kept the house locked. I spent the night there but came home at morning to feed my horses, and stayed here during the day, and back to her house for the night. I kept the key to her house in the side pocket on the driver's side of the door to my truck. Came back one night, couldn't find the key. The house was locked. We did find a window that I could get through....with great difficulty. The next morning, the key was in the side pocket where it belonged. One day I was standing in the middle of her living room, looking at something on tv. A framed picture that sat on a sort of dresser just inside her front door, sailed off the dresser about 10' from where I was standing, and landed at my feet. It didn't just topple over....it was like someone had thrown it. Another day I went in the living room and there was a stack of magazines on the arm of the couch. It was all craft magazines...something I have no interest in and I wouldn't have taken them out of the magazine rack. I was the only person who had been in the house. When I told her about it, she said, "Oh, the house is haunted." Evidently she knew all about that.

For awhile after we moved here, we lived in a RV. It was given to us, and it didn't have a refrigerator. We had a big refrigerator in a storage building not too far from where it was parked. One night I told my husband to go out to the refrigerator and get me the velveeta and I would make some nachos. He came back and said, "there's none there." I knew I had bought some....I remembered exactly where I had put it. I just thought, "oh, he couldn't find his butt with both hands." The next morning I went out to get something and sure enough, it wasn't there. So I started to doubt myself....had I forgotten to put it in the fridge? There was a table right beside it where I would sit bags of groceries while I put them away...maybe I had left it out and a raccoon had gotten it. That evening I sent him out to get something else, and he brought it and said, "Oh, and the Velveeta is back." When I went out to look, it was right there in front, right where I remembered putting it in the first place.
tami_ohio
10 years ago
Marilyn, I remember the story of that kitten. It happens a lot here, too. I am currently missing my set of Sunstruck interchangable knitting needles. Luckily, have have another set of knitting needles, but I sure would like to know where those are! I am still waiting for them to turn up. They should be beside my chair. And that isn't the first thing to go missing, and then turn up in the first place I looked. "Someone" threw a small basket on the floor yesterday. It could not just fall. No breeze (too chilly to have any windows or doors open) no one within 10 feet of it. No one had walked past it.

I am so glad the kitten lived!
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marilyn_c
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10 years ago
He's a big spoiled baby. Kittens raised on the bottle are very bonded to their foster "mothers". All of my personal cats are those I raised on a bottle.
caflowerluver
10 years ago
I have had items go missing then reappear later in a spot that I had checked numerous times. Maybe I overlooked them but I think someone is playing tricks, and I don't mean DH or DS. My Irish grandmother said she saw ghosts, especially at the time of a close friend or relative's death even if they were far away at the time.
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caflowerluver
10 years ago
I also meant to say that I am glad the kitten lived and you rescued her. I have kidney stones and ended up in the hospital because a big one wouldn't pass. It was one of the worse 2 1/2 days of my life. I am not sure which is worse, labor pains or stones. Just when they were going to use the machine to break it up, it broke on it's own and passed. Sending my best to your husband. Hope he never gets that bad again.
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sjerin
10 years ago
I'm very glad to know that the kitten is thriving. :) Thank you, Marilyn, for not giving up on him, even though it was made very difficult for you to get to him.
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ravencajun Zone 8b TX
10 years ago
oh I remember Favio! What a lucky little thing he is. I dare say he has more than 9 lives! He also has a very wonderful guardian angel in Marilyn.

Disappearing items is a common thing around here too. I have seen too many things over the years to not believe there is something going on, not sure what but definitely something.

We had bought a house that was being built when we lived in the Memphis area. We got to pick all the colors and accessories etc, so definitely a brand spanking new house. No one ever lived in it but us. We moved in as soon as it was completed. It had an upstairs with a big loft at the top of the stairs that looked down over the great room. There was a door off of the loft that went in to the unfinished area over the garage. We planed to finish it out some day but never did. Not long after moving in I felt strange things were happening but nothing I could prove, just weird feelings. Till one evening we had a group of friends over for dinner, we were gathered in the great room in front of the huge fireplace just hanging out and talking. When suddenly the door to the unfinished space upstairs flew open, banged against the wall. Everyone shut up and looked up. The dogs were at the bottom of the stairs barking like crazy at the top but not attempting to go up. As we all looked up, plain as day a figure walked from the doorway across the loft to the top of the stairs and stood there. He was a soldier in a very old tattered uniform and hat. He stopped at the top of the stairs and just stood there, never looked around and just as quickly as he appeared he was gone.

I think everyone gasped at once. WE all looked at each other wondering if we had all seen that. We had. The dogs had too. The men ran up the stairs to search the area. Nothing. There were no windows open no draft no nothing. After that instance the door up there would randomly fly open. He would appear from time to time but always stopped at the top of the stairs looking out with a blank look. Then poof gone.

It nearly drove me crazy wondering if we were all going nuts or hallucinating or what?? I started doing research on the area our new house was built on and found it had been a very active battle ground in the Civil war and many people had died in that area. I have no idea if that is what the deal was or not. He never did anything other than make the door fly open and walk across the loft. No evil or demonic stuff but I would just have very weird feelings at times like I was not alone in the house and the dogs would be barking for no reason. We sold the house when we moved to Denver and I often wonder about him.
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tami_ohio
10 years ago
Raven, before I got to the bottom of your post, I was thinking that it wasn't the house, but the ground it was built on. It could also be an old item purchase that a "ghost" could be attached to. Still trying to figure out ours.
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PKponder TX Z7B
10 years ago
I always blame myself for poor searching skills when something turns up in a spot that I've searched multiple times. This thread has me feeling all twitchy and scared :-) I am a believer but I am almost more comfortable blaming myself. All of the stories here raised goosebumps all over my upper body and head, but I really enjoyed reading them. I hope that I can sleep tonight :-)
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glenda_al
10 years ago
Nothing really to share, except I find this thread most interesting.
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marilyn_c
Original Author
10 years ago
Caflowerluver, my husband has had kidney stones a couple of times....but this bad one was April, 2014, and then last spring he had a huge bladder stone that they had to remove. It definitely is the "stone age" for him. I had a kidney stone one time, and it was horrendous pain.

Every time something disappears and then comes back, I still have a hard time believing. One time I bought a lot of Frontline for my cats. It was in a box on the kitchen island. It disappeared...out of the box. We searched everywhere...and my husband threw out the box. We never found it. I believe it was because he threw away the box....the "poltergeist" had no where to put it back.

What an interesting story, Raven. I am glad so many people saw it at the same time.

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marilyn_c
Original Author
10 years ago
Speaking of battlefields.....I don't get to travel any more, although I have traveled a lot at various times of my life. It is too hard to leave now with so many animals, but there is one place I would love to go....the Gettysburg battle field. They say it is one of the most haunted places in the country.
User
10 years ago
Nothing to add except I was on pins and needles waiting to find out what happened to the kitten. Glad he is okay. Spectacular story!
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tami_ohio
10 years ago
We have been to Gettysburg many times. I haven't felt anything there or at Antitum. Antitum is actually peaceful. Andersonville is the battlefield that haunts me. We took the kids once. Even DH admits it bothered him. I sort of want to go back some day. My kids, 28 & 31 are very sensitive to "things", and have been since their teens. They still talk about Andersonville.
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Elmer J Fudd
10 years ago
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If you're referring to the Andersonville site in Georgia, it isn't a battlefield but rather was a Confederate camp for Union POWs. The camp commander was put on trial at war's end on charges of murder and war crimes, found guilty, and executed. Prisoners were kept in an open air pen year-round with little or no shelter, inadequate sanitary facilities and inadequate food.

I read a book entitled Andersonville Diary which chronicles the experiences in the prison of a Union soldier who survived. The details of the hardships and depravities that were endured make reading the book an important but difficult experience.

I'm a disbeliever in "happenings" attributed to paranormal phenomena, whether ghosts or anything of a similar nature.
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lucillle
10 years ago
"I'm a disbeliever in "happenings" attributed to paranormal phenomena, whether ghosts or anything of a similar nature."

I myself like to keep an open mind. There is so much we still don't know.

Marilyn I am so glad you persevered and saved that sweet kitten.
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10 years ago
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A few weeks ago, we went to take a shower and when we came back there was a beach towel sitting on the arm of the loveseat. I asked him why he put the beach towel there and he said he didn't know anything about it and he looked at it, puzzled. I was even more puzzled because I knew I had not put it there and in fact, I had not seen that beach towel in months. We kept trying to come up with a reason why it appeared there and we could not figure it out. It kind of bothered me for several days. We never did figure it out. I now call it the haunted towel.

The other day, there was a bathmat laying on that same arm of the loveseat and I started to panic just a little bit until my husband told me that he had put it there. LOL
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10 years ago
I once lost a ring, looked everywhere, forgot about it, *moved* to a new house, lived there for a while...found the ring lying on my pillow.
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ravencajun Zone 8b TX
10 years ago
This is a good thread for today since it is Friday the 13th!
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Alisande
10 years ago
That's a wonderful kitten story, Marilyn, and I'm enjoying this thread. I've been blessed with many wonderful signs from my daughter Gillian, and a few from my cousin Terry. A number of people have posted in the Grieving Forum about pennies from heaven. I always thought they were just a sweet legend until I experienced them myself. I guess they are sort of the reverse of a disappearing object: They are appearing objects!

One example happened the day my husband died in 2005, four years after we lost Gillian. He died around 4 a.m. in the nursing home, where I had been all night. I got home around 6:00 a.m., called my kids, and tried unsuccessfully to sleep. After awhile I took a shower and got dressed. In my bottom drawer was a pair of jeans I'd laundered the day before, and on them was a penny. Trust me when I say I did not place a penny on the jeans when I folded them and put them away.

By then I'd learned to look the date on a found penny, so I checked this one. It was 1965, the year I got married. I knew instantly that Jill, who had left me many pennies over the previous four years, was telling me she and her dad were together.
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tami_ohio
10 years ago
Snidely, you are correct. I guess because we have been to so many battlefields, that I wasn't thinking about Andersonville being a POW camp. Thank you for the correction, and the information about the camp commander. I didn't remember that.
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