I hinted at these two occurrences in the comments of my last submission and was encouraged to post them. They are not scary but they are weird. They are not connected except that I was there at the time for both of them.
A few weeks ago I was in the basement of University Hospital in London, Ontario, this is where the physiotherapy department is. I was dropping off information about upcoming knee surgery to one of the therapists.
To leave, one must walk down a hallway, go through a set of doors then cross another hallway diagonally to the doors that lead to the reception area. There is not a high volume of people in these basement corridors.
When I left through the first hallway door, about to cross the second hallway diagonally, I heard a noise to my right. I identified the sound immediately, it was the sound of a coin that had fallen (I have super senses in this regard due to my Dutch heritage). I spun my head to the right to see a coin rolling from within an inch of the wall adjacent to me and then rolling across the hallway until it hit the wall across from me, where it came to a stop.
I was rooted to the concrete, looking for a plausible source for this as I thought I was alone.
To the left of me the hallway went for about 60 feet, completely empty, and to the right for at least 100 feet and again, completely devoid of people. There was a folded up wheelchair not far away but that is all.
I stood there for a few seconds wondering how this was possible.
I finally walked over to the coin and picked it up. It was a Canadian, 1964, five cent piece. The condition was very good and looked to have, oddly, very little wear due to circulation. I walked through the door to reception and asked them if the place was haunted and described what had happened. They both found it curious but had no experiences themselves.
The date, 1964, has no significance that I can think of and other than its obvious worth neither does a five cent coin.
Although I set the coin aside in my entry closet when I got home, and saw it there for about a week, I cannot now find it. Perhaps I picked it up and put it my pocket with other change and spent it but I don't think I would have been that absent minded. My wife says that she did not pick the coin up either.
As I write this I recall that this is not the first time I had coins fall next to me. About 10 years ago I was five minutes into a shower and a five cent and ten cent piece fell next to me on the tile floor.
The second, unrelated, occurrence was two weeks ago. We were sitting at the supper table, which doubles as my wife's marking table (high school teacher). When she lifted up a report to set the table for breakfast there were two guitar picks underneath it. She asked me and my daughter, who was visiting, if we had put them there. Neither of us had. I asked her if she recognized the guitar picks and she did.
They were hers and had both been sitting on the upright piano for well over a year. We asked the obvious questions about the picks being moved with the papers but she says that the papers were never near the piano.
This not the first time we have had objects move in the house but it has been many years since that has happened. The previous odd things were the classic, "have you seen the car keys" thing. You look all over for them and then they appear in the spot you looked for them first, a half hour previous.
As much as we try not to invite disembodied visitors here, it seems that occasionally we cross paths. This amount of activity I can tolerate, it is not scary and makes for interesting conversation. I would not like it go much further, at home anyway.
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