I've debated for several years about submitting this but decided since there have been several other stories relating to the same thing, I may as well go ahead and submit it. As with most of my shared experiences, I am relying on my Journal entries for accuracy (getting old 👵)
Easter 2012: My daughter, Jerrica, was working and each payday would give me money for her expenses. If I wasn't home and she was leaving she would always, without fail, leave the money in the same place: on my dresser. The Saturday before Easter, we were at my parents' house. Jerrica was leaving and told me she left the money ($100) on my dresser. Awhile later I came home and looked for the money to put in my purse. There was no money on my dresser so naturally I called and asked where she put the money. She said the same place she always does: under my jewelry box on my dresser. It wasn't there. I looked everywhere for that money, to the extent of rearranging my bedroom hoping to find it. I didn't. As the days went on and the money wasn't found, I believed Jerrica had lied to me about the money.
Later that summer our washer quit working so we did our laundry at my parents'. Jerrica was doing her laundry when she realized she was missing $40 (2 20s). We searched her laundry, my parents' home, our home, the yard, her car, everywhere that the money could conceivably have fallen. It was never found. No animals were loose at the time and there was no wind to have swept the money away if she had lost it on the walk to or from our home to my parents'.
My son, Dalton, is very protective of his money (birthday, Christmas) and hides it. There were times he wouldn't even tell me where it was; just that he had put it someplace safe. Unfortunately, that didn't prevent some of his money from disappearing. On one occasion, we had gone shopping and he forgot to bring his money so I paid for what he wanted and he was to pay me back when we got home. When we got home, he went to his room to get his money. It was gone. All of it. Our doors were locked and Jerrica wasn't home when we left nor when we got back home. I did, however, ask her about it when she came home. She said she wasn't even aware he had any money. She assumed any money Dalton got, I put in savings. I had asked Dalton where he had hidden his money and when he showed me, I realized it couldn't have been visible. Someone would have had to have hunted, and I do mean hunted, to have found it. Again, we searched his bedroom from bottom to top with the same result.
January 2013: I don't remember the day (smack my hand LOL) but I had $20 disappear out of my wallet overnight. Jerrica and I were the only ones home that night. If she had come in during the night, I would have heard her. My bedroom doors do the haunted house thing: creak and groan. I also would have heard and felt her walking into my bedroom (sneaking is not an option in a mobile home LOL 👟).
This last one is by far the most in-your-face experience with money and what led me to believe Jerrica was telling the truth about the $100 that came up missing that Easter. This one I am taking straight from my Journal, with minor editing of things that are not relevant.
January 29, 2013: When Jerrica came home last night, she laid $90 on the printer for me: $70 (a 50 and a 20) was for me (her bill money) and $20 was for me to give my dad for gas money she borrowed.
This morning I picked it up and put it on the kitchen table next to my lunch. As Jerrica was getting ready to leave, I asked her if the extra $20 was for Papaw or me (cause she owed me a trillion dollars LMAO). She said yes, the $20 was Papaw's. At this point, I'm pretty certain I moved the money from one spot on the table to another. I do know for certain I picked the money up and all $90 was there. I just can't remember if I actually moved it or just picked it up and laid it back down in the same place because I needed to get my purse, which was still in the bedroom.
After getting my purse, I woke Dalton for school and we went about our normal routine, money still clearly visible, fanned out laying flat, on the kitchen table. Here is where it gets fuzzy (literally). As I was getting ready to leave, I got my wallet out of my purse... Money still on the table. I could see (2) $20 bills and (1) $50. But here is the crazy part. The money was blurry when I picked it up, sort of shimmering, and there was only $70. Where was the other $20? I picked up my purse, looked under it. There was nothing...anywhere! I looked on the floor, thinking maybe I'd brushed it onto the floor, the chair, something/somewhere. It was nowhere! Where was that 20 dollar bill! I searched the house over... My coat and pants pockets, but it was nowhere to be found. I repeated my actions again... Still nothing. I was beyond shocked because I know that money was there just a second before I picked it up. I SAW IT! Where, then, did it go?!
Then I did the typical "maybe I only thought I saw it" scenario. On my way to work I called Jerrica and asked her if by any chance she had dropped off Papaw's money to him (knowing two things: one, he wasn't up yet and two, she wouldn't have done that). Jerrica said the last time she saw it was when she laid it on the printer the night before.
I called home and asked Dalton to check the house and see if he saw it...no. (Not that he is a very reliable source. Kid can't see something laying in front of him LMAO!) Then I this thought, "Surely he wouldn't have picked it up and taken it? Would he?" So I asked him and he said no. Dalton has never taken paper money. Coins, yes, for extra lunch money LOL. But he had never taken cash before and after the dresser incident, Jerrica started leaving the bill money in the living room or kitchen; places clearly visible to anyone. There were times Dalton would ask whose money it was, but never picked up even a dollar. I just could not see him doing this. But I am not that mom who just knows "my kid would never do that". I did explain to Dalton that the $20 is Papaw's, just in case. Dalton doesn't deal well with guilt;) Dalton got the third degree twice and I was convinced he did not take the money.
That night Jerrica and I were discussing the missing $20, and she said to me, "Mom, this isn't the first time money has disappeared. Didn't you have a 20 disappear a couple of weeks ago?" I'd completely forgotten about that. And then she said, "And remember the $100 I laid on your dresser? And it disappeared? You never believed me either, but I did lay it there, Mom." I admitted that I didn't believe her, and apologized.
While we were tallying up how much money had come up missing, and that there was no logical, non-paranormal explanation, she said, "What do ghosts need money for anyway?"
The amount of money we consciously are aware of missing is more than $240. I have had another $20 wander off since Jerrica has moved out. I have learned my lesson and no longer keep much cash on me.