Susie posts about a minor mystery at work, and she got my memory joggin'. I could tell you couple of firsthand "ghost stories" myself, but then you might think I'm weird(er). So, instead, I'll tell you a story that a friend of mine told me about 15 years ago.
Pat was sitting at his kitchen table in a small 1-bedroom condo that he owned in the same building where I had my condo. I forget what he said he was doing at the time. Writing, painting, something like that. He decided that he wanted to sit in a comfortable chair that he had in his bedroom, rather than the standard kitchen table chair that he was sitting in.
He got up, set the kitchen chair aside and started walking toward the bedroom, but stopped because he had to take whiz. He turned and went into the bathroom.
While in the bathroom, his cat Nelson let out a very strange meow. Pat came out of the bathroom and Nelson seemed fine, so he went on into the bedroom to get the chair.
The chair wasn't there.
In the dark about why the chair was missing -- perhaps his wife, Donna, had taken it somewhere -- Pat went back to the kitchen.
The comfy chair was sitting at the kitchen table, just where Pat was going to place it.
True story? I've never known Pat to be a B.S.er. Make of it what you will.
Posted by Tuning Spork at May 1, 2006 06:09 PM | TrackBackHe must have a Ms. Hyde, too! ;)
Posted by: Susie at May 1, 2006 09:38 PM