[SiKKuS]

Ahhh, my old home in CT, we had many weird things happen there, I can't say that everything that I saw there was supernatural, some things I could figure out a logical explaination for but one of the strangest was when I was given a ring by my father. I had put it up on the shelf above our sink after returning from a wedding, when I came back about an hour later to put it away it was gone. I asked my mother if she had moved it and she said she hadn't seen it, (She had only been home a few minutes) we tore the house apart trying to find it and couldn't find it anywhere. I was heartbroken as this was a gift from my father, anyway months later my mother had bought a little potpurri dish and i was standing in the kitchen talking to my then girlfriend, (Now wife) saying that I was going to go to the local jewelry store and have them make me a new one just like the old one, well I was in mid sentance talking to her about it when for no apparent reason I can think of or remember I reached out and grabbed the potpurri dish, opened it up and went completelty quiet staring dumbfounded into it LOOKING AT MY LOST RING. We both just stared for a few minutes then got completely creeped out because we both felt stragly cold and it was too quiet. Very bizarre and after checking with my mother she confirmed that she hadn't put it there. Figured i should share this but has anyone else had a similar incedent? I had several incidents in that house like that but never anything as signifigant aside from a few scarier ones that I may post at another time.

[Basil Duke]

My father's wedding ring vanished after he died. In life, he very rarely, if ever, wore it. He was a railroader, and had nearly had his ring finger torn out of its socket because of the band while he was on a moving freight train. Thus, he kept it in a box in the desk by his recliner.

For sentimental reasons, my mother, after dad died, was desperate to find the ring. But it was gone. It wasn't in its usual box, nor was it in any of the desk drawers. We tore my father's den apart looking for it, but it was nowhere to be found. Hope was abandoned after we'd scoured every possible niche.

About a year later, my mother went into my father's den and happened to look at the desk (the same desk which the entire family had practically rendered into kindling while looking for the wedding ring). There, gleaming atop the box in which it was normally kept, sat the ring. I can attest personally to the fact that the ring, in the place where my mother discovered it, COULD NOT have been overlooked previously. It's beyond any of us how it arrived there to finally be found.

From my own experiences in that den, as well as in my dad's work room, the discovery didn't surprise me at all. Even now, eight years after he passed on, my dad "leaves" me little gifts. My wife and I were thinking about buying a power drill for our home, but before we did, I returned to my home town to visit my mother. Went to the work room to look for a rasp file, and found a black and decker power drill sitting on my father's old work bench right where the rasp files were. Its cord was rolled up and the drill bit box rested right beside it.

I'm not saying that drill couldn't have been there all along, but I'd been in that room fifty times since dad died, and I hadn't noticed it. About three months before that, one of the screws had come out of my eyeglasses, and no one in the house had one of those tiny screw drivers that you need to fix that particular problem. I just went to the basement and found just such a tool (a complete little kit, actually) waiting for me in plain view on the work bench where my father did all his reloading. At least twice I've discovered, in plain sight in his den, books related specifically to recent interests - weather patterns and North American trees - I'd acquired. I'm not saying there's anything ghostly about any of this. But I'm not saying there isn't, either.