my pepper ghost!

I decided that I needed to organize the contents of my spice cabinet. There were plenty of things of the non-spice variety that didn't belong in there, so those items were removed. I wanted to make everything from the Old Bay seasoning to the hot Jamaican curry to be easily accessible.

(This story will get more interesting. I promise.)

I took everything out of the cabinet and set them on the counter. So...the cabinet was completely empty. Before I had emptied out the cabinet, the counter had absolutely nothing on it.

I looked over all the little containers and vials to see if I needed to add anything to my grocery list. Sure enough, I was out of black pepper. The can I had was completely empty, so I tossed it into the recycling bin. I walked off into the living room to add "pepper" to my grocery list. When I came back to the kitchen, something caught my eye. There was a full, brand new can of McCormick's pepper sitting on the ledge of one of the shelves in the spice cabinet.

um.

The very cabinet I had just completely removed all innards from.

I stood there, struck with astonishment and surprise.

Where did that can of pepper come from? Who placed it in the cabinet?

The only thing I could come up with is something paranormal. There's no way my significant other could have crept downstairs and snuck into the kitchen without my noticing. For starters, he's no ninja. Secondly, the kitchen is open to the living room. So even if he had managed to make it down the stairs and across the hall without a sound, he'd have to have been wearing an invisibility cloak.

I flat out asked my fiancé if he had even gone to the store and bought the can of this pungent condiment and he gave me a strange look before answering "no".

After the "Inexplainable Pepper Incident", my kitchen ghost did a few more things to make his presence known. This mostly involved throwing items across the kitchen. Not in a hostile way. In a playful way, if you can imagine. I'll be cooking something on the stove and I'll put the spoon/fork down on the spoonrest. There is no possible way that this utensil can roll off the stove. However, on many occasions, the spoon or fork has ended up on the floor on the opposite side of the kitchen. Even if it had fallen off the stove, how could it have possibly propelled itself across the room? Exactly! It didn't. The ghost did it!

I'm not sure if this is the same guy or not, but there is a "creepy basement ghost"

Many people have witnessed this guy.

Years ago a friend of mine and I were watching TV in the living room. It was about...oh...5 in the morning. We both heard a sound coming from behind, like someone was walking up the basement steps. She and I both turned and looked at the same time...and right then the basement door closed. She and I saw, I kid you not, someone pulling the door shut. Just the hand and arm. Very pale. Kinda translucent.

A few weeks later on a Friday night I had a few people over and almost everyone had made some comment on how they didn't like having the door open to the basement because it creeped them out. Two different people claimed they had seen a pale guy standing in the doorway for a split second.

Creepy.

After a while the spiritual activity had subsided. Significantly.I'm not sure why. But it seems to be picking back up.

Just this morning as I was eating my delicious breakfast of Autumn Wheat and black coffee, I was watching my cats. They were going nuts and I couldn't figure out why. I almost dropped my mug as the refrigerator door opened (all the way) then closed after about 5 seconds.

Interesting. Some incorporeal being was raiding my fridge.

Or maybe they're taking inventory. Maybe a carton of soymilk, some fruit and a bottle of seltzer water will magically appear in my fridge!

I've had things like this happen to me ever since I was 6 years old.

More on that next time...