It had been so long since we've had any 'strange' occurances, I had more or less believed that perhaps he (?) had moved on somehow. Nope.

Tonight Coffeekid and I were (are) the only ones home so we were in the kitchen having dinner. During a lull in conversation we suddenly heard someone whistle. It wasn't a 'tune' it was a few long drawn out one-note-whistles with a few little whistles that sounded like it 'might' start to be a song or tune but then instead did a long one again.

I looked at Coffeekid and he looked at me and we silently listened to the ghost whistle. I took note of our surroundings and both cats were in the same room as us, one was sitting in the dining room looking down the hallway to the entryway door where the whistle came from.

After taking stock of the cats and humans that were home I walked to the front door to see if perhaps Coffeegirl or BabyGirl had come home and were whistling some strange way on the porch before coming in. (Like they would stand outside in zero degree weather whistling? LOL... but you know, I had to check!).

Nope.

Just me, Coffeekid and the cats. And none of us were whistling. He had a mouth full of pizza and I was eating a tangelo. I guess Mr. Ghostie hasn't left after all.

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It's a very quiet lazy day in the Coffee Haus. I was thinking about some of the odd things we had happen in this house and some of the other places we've lived and then I realized that when I deleted the archives from 2004-2006 I guess I deleted the posts I had wrote about the strange happenings throughout my life. Six lashes with a wet noodle to me for that as I doubt I'll ever feel like writing about 'all' of them again... not to mention the fact I have to remember them all, and most I guess have slipped my mind as they get to be so 'common place' sometimes.

I just checked my archives and sure enough, it looks like they are all gone. Crap.

Ok! Well, most of you will remember this one....

A few months after we moved into our current home I was in the kitchen doing the dishes. No one was home but me. As I stood at the sink I heard a butter knife fall to the floor and felt it fall next to my bare foot. No big deal, I bent down to pick up the knife... except there was no knife.

Confused, I stepped back and looked farther to each side, behind me and finally got on my knee's and looked everywhere the knife could have gone. There was no knife. Not willing to admit it, I opened the dish washer and looked inside. No knife. I opened the cupboard doors looking for a stray knife. Nothing. Still not ready to believe it, I went downstairs to the corner of the basement where the kitchen would be above it and looked up into the rafters and at the drain pipes. Even though there was no way a knife could have gotten from the main level to the basement I felt the need to exhaust all possibilities. No knife.

Whether a knife had fallen and disappeared or whether there never was a physical knife, I don't know... but I know what I heard and felt. Also, because it was such a common thing to happen it just seems weird! I suspect now it was just our Mr. Ghostie saying hello, but I believe that was the first occurrence we ever had in this house.

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We were living in a home in a suburb of Minneapolis, MN when the first 'huge invisible crash' happened. It was night time and we were upstairs sleeping. We had three small children at the time, all under the age of six and they were all in bed asleep.

From the main floor below us we heard a huge CRASH and an enormous amount of glass breaking. As the inital crash and glass breakage died out the sound of the last remanents of glass tinkling and falling and smashing finally died out.

We rushed down the stairs, me saying "I just know it was the big picture window, I just know it!" But it wasn't! The picture window in the family room was intact. As was the living room windows, the dining room patio door and every other window in the house! We searched high and low looking for anything that had fallen and broke but we found nothing. Absolutely nothing. I would like to have blamed it on ice falling off the roof or something else similar but it was May and there was no ice. We never did find a cause for the crash.

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One night Coffeehusband and I were sleeping in bed when we heard a tremendous crash from the main level of the house. The crashing was a mixture of something heavy crashing to the floor, thumping and smashing along with the sound of break glass accompanying it. At the first crash we both bolted awake and then realizing whatever it was crashing wasn't something we could stop by rushing down, we sat in bed staring at the doorway until the crashing stopped. It had lasted about 8-10 seconds.

We both had the same vision in our mind; our kitchen cupboards must have somehow fallen off the wall and crashed to the counter and floor below. The house is new construction and should be sturdy, but I was immediately berating myself for the heavy canned goods in one of the cupboards, and for putting the good china in the top cupboard, as well as lamenting the loss of all what sounded like every single glass, mug and cup we owned.

Coffeehusband and I came down the stairs expecting to find a huge mess. Instead, we found a very quiet, tidy kitchen. Not one broken glass or plate, not one cupboard door ajar, much less fallen.

Now we were confused! We started to search the house for broken glass, broken windows or anything else that could have made such an awful crash. There was nothing. We searched every inch of the basment, the main floor, and finally, the children's rooms. Not one thing was out of place. It was summer time so we couldn't even blame it on an ice dam or anything else outside the house (although the sound was truly too loud to come from outside anyway).

We never did find out what it was, but we had heard that same crash once before in our first home - in another city, in another state, almost 9 years previously.

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