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My mother-in-law died two years ago, and my wife and I are temporarily living in her house. We are alone in this giant three-story house (she actually died in the house), and sometimes it gets creepy. Little knick-knacks that my mother-in-law collected will crash to the floor for no reason, and we're always hearing phantom knocks at the front door early in the morning. However, last Thanksgiving was the creepiest.
My wife was out of state, and I was alone in the big house all day. Late in the afternoon, I went toward the master bathroom to wash my hands, and I took my rings and watch off and laid them on the bed. When I came out of the bathroom, my wedding ring was gone. My watch and class ring were right where I'd left them on the bed, but the wedding ring had vanished. I looked all over the bed surface and found nothing. I looked on the floor and found nothing. I even crawled partially under the bed to see if it had perhaps fallen off and rolled under the bed. Nothing. Then, as I crawled back out from under the bed, something hit the floor a few inches from my head. When I looked, it was my wedding ring, still wobbling slightly from the fall, but mostly just laying there. No one else was in the room (or the house for that matter), and there was nothing but empty space directly above where the ring hit the floor.
When I told my wife about it later, she said her mother probably just wanted to know why she wasn't there on Thanksgiving Day.
Still gives me the creeps.
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