Disappearing and reappearing pen

This happened at the store we own and operate in a building that was built in the 1840's in a very small Ohio town. The building was built as a General Merchantile but fairly quickly became a hardware store and served as such until the 1980's when it sat empty for a while and then served several owners of miscellaneous shops until the turn of the 21st century. We took over the store and its present business (home décor and notions)around 2011. Today, my wife was working on store papers in the main show room, she was using a bright green pen. This was early and no customers had, as yet, arrived. The table sits about midway in the main show room. My wife is confined to a wheel chair with minimum walking with a walker. She hadn't been out of the wheel chair all morning. I was working at the cash register on the far side of the store next to the entrance. My wife had just finished a report and laid the pen on the table while she proof read her report. She finished reading and went to pick up the pen, but it wasn't there. It hadn't fallen into her lap. It was not on the floor. Had it rolled anywhere on that table it would really stand out. So I brought her another pen (also bright green) from our desk behind the cash register. She continued making her corrections to the report and making checks out to the utilities. Probably close to a half hour later she let out a surprise cry, and said, "Look here!" That first bright green pen had suddenly reappeared on the table. There is absolutely no was the two of us could have missed it when we searched for it. This is the kind of thing that makes you think, "Perhaps I have a ghost". Other explanations are more than welcome.

Experiment

Today I had lunch at the store again. Same place, same mug, same drink (RC). The RC was poured to the fill line on the mug. It stayed there. I even left it to wait on a customer and when I came back it was still on the line. No disappearing RC today. (Note last entry for details). So what happened last time? Another mystery.

Disapearing drtnk

Today I'm working at my wife's store. I just had a very unusual occurance. I cannot figure a logical explanation for. Having skipped breakfast to get here on time I fixed a sandwich from makings in our small store refrigerator. I poured a mug full of RC cola to go with the sandwich. As I sat there eating the sandwich I noticed the level of my cola had dropped a half inch in the glass mug. Thinking this is just something it do with the fact it was filled with a carbonated cola, I continued eating my sandwich; however, I did watch the cola in the mug and it continued to drop in the level. When it dropped about a half inch I picked it up to see if it was leaking. It wasn't. The bottom of the mug had a bit of condensation, but no liquid was in evidence. I decided to drink the cola while I still had it. Maybe I should have let it go and see how low it would get. The mug sat on a wood table. There was nothing close to it. The liquid had nothing to sink into. The mug was nor broken There was no obvious cola anywhere but in the mug. Where did the cola disappear to? Is thee a thermal explanation for it? Whatever, it was just plain weird.

Mumbling again

a Last night, about 8 pm give or take a few minutes, I was upstairs with my dog Shadow when I experienced a brief episode of mumbling, The mumbling sounded female and angry. As usual I could not make out any words. Shadow reacted with her ears going erect but she seemed confused as to where the sounds were coming from.. The mumbling only lasted roughly half a minute. Sounds from the street need to be extremely loud to penetrate the walls of this house. Basketball players on the village playground only two lots and across the street from here are not heard. The fact that the mumbling seems to have no point of origin also eliminates an outside source. It would be really interesting to me if I could tell what was being said. My wife was reading a book and heard nothing.

House was noisy last night.

The house was noisy last night. Some of the sounds were really frustrating. Just before dark I was tending some plants on the rear porch. A loud tapping sound occurred. It really sounded like someone hitting the concrete with a steel hammer. The sound was not cons istant, it came in bunches with a lull between. My back porch (on the eastward side of the house is block and concrete. There are shrubs (I'd like to eradicate) planted around the base of it. As a result of these shrubs, I cannot see the base of the porch. The hammering was relatively loud. I quit what I was doing and walked the length of the porch trying to locate the source of the noise. I finally narrowed it down to an area near the center. But as soon as I was kneeling to part the shrubs the tapping moved away from that area and started again several feet further on. I never saw the source of the noise as it appeared to be leading me on. I finally gave up when it got too dark to see much (I have no light on that porch). So what the heck could be tapping steel on concrete (or sound like it?) I haven't been back there again yet to see if the noise continues. I know of no animal or bird that would likely be hammering on concrete with what sounds like a steel hammer. When Shadow and I turned in last night , I heard what sounded like a drop of water hitting a tin plate. The sound occurred several times with various periods of silence between. I also heard sounds like a twanging of metal at odd times. Like I said, the house was simply noisy. No point in asking my wife if she heard anything because once she removes her hearing aids she hears very little. It will be interesting to see if the odd noises continue tonight. The weather here last night and today was very unsettled. Temperatures in the upper 80"s daytime and mid 60's at night. We have had a good bit of rain but none yesterday or today.

Strange running footsteps

Tonight I an alone, except for my dog Shadow. My wife is staying with friends until she can get in her appointment with a knee specialist. I was sitting here reading E mail, Shadow zonked out on her pillow in the Dining room. Overhead I hear the heavy footfall of someone running down our longer upstairs hallway. Whatever it is sounds like it is barefoot or wearing socks. It does not sound like hard sole shoes. The running goes the length of the hall and stops. I would go investigate but I know I wouldn't find anything. For some reason I feel the runner was female. It's just my impression. There has been no further sound from the upstairs. The weather has taken a turn for the cooler today. The temperature did go to sixty today but its only about 50 now and with a light breeze blowing you need a light jacket to be comfortable. The sounds of walking are fairly common here but I think this is the first time I've heard running when there is no one here. I know its the house making the sounds; I just wish I could figure out how it does it. The footsteps, whether walking or running, are sequenchal and the sound moves in a particular direction. I have a hard time thinking pipes or boards would be so well ordered. Shadow was and still is asleep so I have no idea if the "running" would have gotten her attention or not. If it be spooks they should wait for Halloween.

Mumbling again

Once again I have had mumbling. It occurred a couple nights ago, I have just gotten time to report on it. My dog and I had just turned in for the night. The mumbling started while I was in bed reading. Shadow, my dog, did not seem to notice it. On the other hand I fear my old pup is getting hard of hearing. She recently turned 12 and I've surprised her a couple of times while coming up the stairs. Nothing use to ever get past her hearing. Anyway the mumbling in the bedroom was typical. A male voice this time was in the lead with other whispering about. Never loud enough to make out what is being discussed. I was tired but I got up to see if I could determine where the mumbling was originating. It sounded just about the same in every upstairs room. Like I said, I was tired so I didn't go downstairs. Finally, getting a bit perturbed of it I said, "Dang it, speak up so I can understand you or shut up." It was possibly coincidence but the mumbling faded away at about that point. Shadow had followed me about the upstairs but I really think she was just curious about my movements rather than because she heard anything. We then turned in for the night. I really wish I could tell what the mumbling is all about. It's frustrating. Did I mention that I forgot about the spy camera and left it running until the batteries gave out? When I, by chance, saw it and took it down it had shot 660 pictures. I have no idea what could have activated it so much and so far I haven't had time to go over them. I had the camera set up to shoot across the front of the parlor. I changed the batteries and set the camera up again to shoot the front stairway. The next day I had 60 shots. I still haven't found the time to see if anything interesting is on any of them. They did work I did check them on my tiny monitor to make sure they at least worked. The wife had been sick; maybe if we can ever get her straightened out I'll try to see if I got anything.