Last I checked it was still in its box.
Had a friend who had a similar problem with money. An old woman owned the house before his stepfather bought it, and she apparently hung herself in the attic. We used to hear footsteps walking around up there, and sometimes, if you looked through the access hole in the ceiling, you could see what looked like the silhouette of a rope on one of the rafters. If you left money out in that house, it would disappear. You could leave bills out on a shelf, or dresser, etc., and it would just vanish. Sometimes he'd find some of the money stuffed around in various hidey holes. She was pretty harmless. Your money disappearing is more annoying than anything.
Another friend of mine lived in a house for awhile where there was all kinds of activity. They'd see a blue light in their kitchen window at night when coming up to the house, hear a car pull up, but nothing would be there, the sound of a stampede would occasionally pass through the house, that sort of thing. The kind of stuff you see in the "recording" style hauntings. They had active stuff as well. Somebody told him breakfast was ready one morning when he was brushing his teeth, and when he turned around, there was no one there. Their dog would bark at something and chase it around the house. His sister would wake up screaming at night saying there was a dead person on top of her. They found out that the man who used to live there had a wife die in that room, and her bed was in the same place as his sister's. When they moved her bed, the nightmares stopped. His mother woke up one morning after hearing steps come down the hall, and into the bedroom. She said she felt someone sit on the bed, and just assumed her husband and forgotten something and came back home. When he didn't answer her, she rolled over, and there was a depression in the bed, but nobody there. The bed lifted, and she heard steps moving away.
My brother's friend lived in his grandmother's house where a shooting occured in the backroom. Over the years, a number of people, including my brother, saw the shadow figures of two men acting out the shooting, and heard the sound of a gunshot.
I've got dozens of stories like those that I've been involved with, or known people who were. For years, I hit every graveyard and "haunted" house I could find. I've seen some weird and sometimes creepy stuff. Almost every place I've ever lived in had odd things happen in it. Things moved, gone missing, turned on, shadows and mists moving around, the kids seeing things, something tucking in the baby and moving the crib gate, doors locked or unlocked, orbs in pictures, things moving on their own, disembodied voices, poundings on the walls, odd animal behavior, footsteps, I could go on and on.
My best friend and I even had a weird creature encounter in the Jersey woods one night. We used to walk at night through a sandpit on the edge of the local woods. We'd seen small hoofprints in there before, and one night tracked them into an expansive clearing where they just ended in the sand. I made a joke about flying deer. A couple of weeks later, we came over a deadfall and startled something. We looked down into the pit, and there it was. The thing was about 3 feet tall and bipedal. We got within about 40 ft or so of it, where it was standing in the sandpit clearing under the almost full moon. It seemed more afraid of us than we were of it. It kind of rocked side to side on its feet, and made this "Ka-HAH" noise at us. When we moved closer, it took off like a shot into the woods behind the sandpit, startling the sleeping birds, and making that weird noise the whole way. I spoke out and said we didn't want to hurt it, and I even left a message in the sand of that nature. He thought it was silly, and I kind of agreed, because we didn't know if it was even intelligent, much less whether it could read or understand anything we said. It left little hoof marks behind. About 2 to 3 weeks later, we heard it again, in the direction of the woods, and a few blocks away. All the neighborhood dogs went nuts. It seemed to be moving back and forth and coming closer at the same time. It sounded like it got within a block or two of the house, and then it started moving away again. The dogs eventually calmed down, and that's the last we heard of it. I just joke about it now and tell people I got to see the "jersey devil"
There's absolutely no doubt in my mind about the existence of ghosts and other entities.
Holy cat! My sinuses are closing up just reading your stories. (You know the feeling I'm talking about . . .)
Ah, so that's where my ghostie money came from! I posted a couple days ago about my poltergeist who would put two neatly folded dollar bills in my jacket. Hey, $2 would buy a box of chicken back then.