My Uncle Gary bought the home his grandparents once lived in. My great grandfather Michael built the home back in the early 40's. Michael and Nelly were my Grandmothers parents and in this house my Aunt Mary, my Uncle Joe and my Grandmother Teresa were born, My grandmother had 3 siblings the youngest was my Uncle Jim. He was born in a hospital; Nelly hemorrhaged and died an hour after giving birth to Jim.
My Uncle Gary was so excited to have the home, He knew that there was going to be a lot of work involved but he was up for the challenge. As the years went by my Uncle Gary built and rebuilt that home, fixed floors, windows, and even built a rec room, which took almost a year to complete. Uncle Gary's family moved in and began living in their newly renovated home.
A few months went by with out a hitch, Then in the middle of an August night my Aunt Lorraine and Uncle Gary were down in their new rec-room watching a movie when they heard what sounded like a chair moving across the floor. Thinking it was one of their two kids up and getting a snack Lorraine went up to see if they needed help.
When she reached the kitchen the lights were off and the chairs were under the table like usual. She went back downstairs and said to Gary it must have been the movie because no one is upstairs. An Hour later they heard the same Noise as if a chair was being pulled across the kitchen floor. Gary went up and found absolutely nothing.
The next day my Uncle Gary called my grandmother and asked her about the noise that himself and Lorraine were hearing. My grandmother laughed and said,"that's my father". She began to tell Gary how her father would hide rum in the back of the rocking chair in the kitchen. Every night she said My father used to go to the rocking chair and take out his bottle of rum, this would make a lot of noise because the rocking chair was heavy and he had to drag it out from the corner.
This made a lot of sense but freaked my Uncle Gary out, so that night he placed a bottle of rum on the kitchen table and went to bed. The next morning my Uncle Gary noticed the bottle was moved from the table to the chair.
So Michael came for a visit, got his rum and put it back where it belonged. Crazy Huh.