This is somewhat of a new experience that has now happened twice to me, well that I know of.
I've shared under someone's submission on here in the past, about my first incident with this prankster I seem to have. So for the people that hasn't read that comment of mine, from about a year ago I believe, here it is.
I forgot when exactly this happened to me, but I know it's been about a year now.
I was getting ready to take a shower one night, and as usual I get all my clothes together that I'll put on afterwards, and lay them on my bed. Since I'm a mother of 3, and my youngest being mischievous, I chose to lock my bedroom door while I took a shower, so I didn't have to worry about my youngest getting into my clothes.
As I finish with my shower, and unlock my bedroom door to get dressed, I noticed when I went to put on my panties, that they were gone. I thought to myself ok, well maybe they just fell on the floor or something, but I couldn't find them. I started to tear apart my bedding, to see if for some crazy reason, they ended up under my covers or pillows (even though I knew that was a far stretch to have happened), but still nothing. I couldn't believe that they just were gone.
I knew I had gathered ALL of my clothes, like I always do when I get ready for a shower. I even knew which pair I had grabbed, and placed with the rest of my clothes, as I laid them on top of all my other clothes.
After giving up, and just grabbing another pair, time went on, and like anyone, I had washed my bedding in this time period, and had cleaned up my room numerous times, but still never came across my missing panties, that was until 3 months later.
It was a weekday morning, and still dark outside, when I had to get my youngest son up and ready for the bus.
After putting him on the bus, I came back home to get a little more sleep, until I had to get my oldest son up and ready for his bus in another hour (one is in elementary school, and the other middle school. So they start an hour apart).
As I started to crawl back into bed, I noticed something laying on top of my pillow. To my surprise, it was my missing panties from 3 months ago! I couldn't believe that it was just on top of my pillow, especially since it wasn't there when I had woken up to get my youngest son ready.
I laughed to myself saying seriously, now you're finally giving it back to me, and of all places to return it, you lay it on my pillow? I couldn't help but wonder though, during this 3 months period, where does "ghost" put our stuff they hide from us? Because I've went all through my bedding, and room during that time, and never found it. So to see it on top of my pillow, knowing that that's not where it has been, makes me wonder where was it?
Now my second, and most recent incident of missing clothes, happened just yesterday, on December 22nd, 2018.
Again I was about to take a shower, and again gathered up my clothes to wear, but this time placed them in the guest room, so I could have more privacy in getting dressed and ready to go out afterwards, as my kids were in and out of my room.
As I'm getting ready to get dressed, and working myself into my pants lol, I went to grab my under shirt (a tank top I like to wear under other shirts/sweaters etc) that I had placed on top of my sweater, but saw it wasn't there.
I immediately thought about my panty incident, but still frantically looked around for where it could have gone to. It wasn't on the floor, or the bed that I had put it on, and again I tore up the bedding to see if for some reason it was there, but again nothing!
At this point I'm saying out loud, seriously, this is not funny, and I'd appreciate if you'd just give it back to me, as I don't want to wait another 3 months to finally get it back again.
I walk out the room to tell my husband what happened to me again, and go back to the room to see if it choose to listen to me, and put my top back, but unfortunately it didn't.
I told my husband how I can't believe this has happened to me twice (well that I know of) now.
I said it's like it's wanting to make me feel crazy, but I knew for a fact that I had grabbed my black tank top, and placed it with my other clothes. I told my husband that at first I couldn't find my top when I was getting my clothes together, so I went and put what I did gather in the other room, and came back to look for my tank top again. When I finally found it, I told him I remember looking at how wrinkly it was, but with it being a tight under shirt, wouldn't matter, and placed it with my other clothes. So I knew I wasn't just thinking I grabbed it, but didn't.
Now it's the day after, and still no top. I told my husband that I'm curious where it will finally pop up this time, since it was in a different room. But again I wonder where does it go? Do ghost have like their own hiding place they hide things? And how many other things has it hidden from me, that I haven't noticed?
I guess now it's just another waiting game of when and where I will find it.
Side note: I'd like to add that this happened in my childhood home, that we stay with my mother in. I've said before in I think other comments, how I lost my dad before I was born, and my older brother (only brother, and sibling) when I was 11, and he was 16, to a rare children's disease. So this house has held many pain throughout the years because of our loss. This is also the same home that I had written about "Something dark". But I don't believe that the dark thing has came back, nore do I believe that this is something bad. Honestly I've wondered if it could be my brother playing a prank on me, as he was a prankster in life. But I also don't believe that he's a ghost either, so I wonder if spirits can come in other forms, other than being a lost soul? I do feel that my brother crossed over in death, as well as my dad, but think that they still are around me.
I've had other experiences in this home, that has made me believe this to be true.
Now I will say that there are times that I feel someone watching me, and have seen things from the corner of my eyes, as well as my husband too. The feeling I get at those times, do not feel like it's my dad or brother. But whatever it is, doesn't bother us at least, more so just watches us.
This home was built by my family, on our families property, that was once woods, so as far as someone dying in our home, or property, that's a no.
Hopefully I was able to give out enough details to help understand my experience, and hope to hear any ideas on what y'all believe where our stuff goes, when something hides it?