The Inexplicable

OK so I put this on MY BLOG but

• No one reads it
• People don't click links

so I am going to repost it here so that you can read it. I've seriously had a lot of discussion with people about stuff like this and I'm pretty sure there's been some strange stuff you've seen that you think you're crazy for having noticed; feel free to discuss any.

I figure this is a neat contrast to our giant religion vs. sciencefest because both my religious beliefs and my scientific thought agree that this event could not possibly have happened, yet I experienced it and have spent the last several hours combing my memories for some kind of situation where I could have enabled the event and it just didn't happen.

Keep discussion serious though; I give my word this is true based on a very thorough analysis of the situation and my memories. I noticed the anomaly today and after letting it sink in for several hours I am losing sleep tonight trying to figure out what happened.

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I wanted to start with something that happened to me that is improbable and work my way up to the inexplicable, but the improbable requires photo evidence and I have to get up early so it's too much effort.

What I am about to explain is seriously true and happened recently to me. My mother and I were talking about random weird things tonight and it was only when I explained this that I realized how strange it really was. This is something I will probably go to my grave and never understand.

It starts with the mechanical pencil I use, the Pentel P205. I like it because it writes well, lasts a long time, and recently doesn't seem to jam much. Also I prefer 0.5mm lead to the 0.7mm lead that many pencils use. The single disadvantage these pencils present over other pencils is the tiny eraser. Typically, the eraser lasts about a month for me; because of this I always carry around an eraser pen or one of those drafting white plastic erasers (this habit started when I was taking lots of math classes and erasing entire pages at a time).

Due to absentmindedness, I have lost something like 8 or 9 of these pencils throughout the time I've used them. I'd also frequently use one to do homework and forget to put it back in the backpack, leaving me in class with no writing utensil. My first preventative strategy against this action involved carrying two pencils; this worked for a time but ultimately led to me forgetting the first pencil, using the spare, finding out the first was misplaced, then losing the spare. My second strategy proved much better. I kept one pencil in the backpack and another in my dorm room; I'd only use the backpack pencil in classes and the dorm room pencil in the dorm room. This superior method led me to several semesters with no lost pencils.

So I recently took a trip to Austin with my fiancee on an apartment hunting mission. We successfully got an apartment we both agreed was pleasing, so all's good there. The inexplicable event revolves around the pencil I took with me to Austin. Now, the two pencils are important because there is a distinguishing mark between them. The pencil in my backpack was on its third semester and had no eraser left as I had worn it down. The pencil in my dorm room was brand new and thus had lost very little eraser. Keep this mark in mind, it is the key to the mystery.

So I took the pencil from my backpack (no eraser) to Austin with me, tucked in the binding of my spiral notebook. When I got back to school, I ran a check and realized I had never returned the pencil to my backpack. I assumed I had left it in my car, at my house, or lost it on the trip, so I tucked the pencil from my dorm room into my backpack and reminded myself to go looking for the lost pencil. It wasn't in my car, and couldn't find it in my house. So I just decided it had been lost and moved on with my life.

Until I took the eraser cap off of the pencil I had and noticed how much eraser it had. None.

I took the pencil with no eraser with me to Austin; the pencil with the eraser was tucked into my lap desk in my dorm room. I got to school, noticed I was missing a pencil, and retrieved the pencil from my lap desk. This pencil should have had an eraser but it did not. I didn't find the old pencil and put it in the backpack without thinking. I wrote 3 days of notes in pen until I decided to give up on finding the lost pencil and I vividly remember removing the pencil from my lap desk, telling myself it was a bad idea all the while.

The only explanations I can come up with involve things that are impossible. I could not have accidentally swapped the two pencils earlier; I never carry two pencils at once and only use the correct pencil based on its location. If I used the backpack pencil while in my room I would be unable to place it in the lap desk without noticing I had used the wrong pencil; in that case it would be silly to remove the lap desk pencil and replace it with the backpack pencil. It is impossible for me to use the lap desk pencil while not in my room. I cannot explain how this happened, and quite frankly it creeps me out.

Have you been able to discount the possibility that somebody is fucking with you? Somehow knowing about your pencil system and being immature enough to switch them on you?

That said, I prefer Pentel's PD345.

EDIT: Maybe I shouldn't get this thread side tracked(removed shit about mechanical pencils).

I'd also say that interference from others is a possible explanation. I sometimes swiped erasers off others' mechanical pencils when mine had worn down back in grade school.

I don't know about your pencils, but I think I solved the mystery of why nobody reads your blog.

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I'd also say that interference from others is a possible explanation. I sometimes swiped erasers off others' mechanical pencils when mine had worn down back in grade school.

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See I live in a single occupancy dorm room and don't really have people over so that's pretty unlikely.

Today I found the other pencil in my car but it still doesn't really explain how they got swapped though now I guess it is a little more likely.

The next one though I think we'll all agree is pretty strange.

My fiancee gave me a neclace with her junior high class ring on it several years ago. It disappeared around the time when I was moving back from my co-op job in Tennessee. I spent hour after hour combing through every box and every spot in my room it could have been. There are two places where I tended to place it at night: one is this countertop area over some cabinets, and the other is on top of a chest of drawers. My suspicion was that the necklace had fallen into my pajama drawer, but rummaging through the drawer did not reveal the necklace. I pulled all of the articles of clothing out of the drawer, but still didn't find the necklace.

For a year and a half, I lamented my foolishness in misplacing the necklace. Every few weeks I would tear through my room hoping to find it. Several times I emptied or rummaged through that pajama drawer but never found a single thing.

One night I was getting ready to go to bed and I got to thinking about that pajama drawer. It is stuffed full of clothes I pretty much never wear and various random things I tossed in there. I was thinking about how some of the stuff has been in there for a few years, and wondered if there was anything interesting in there that I hadn't seen in a long time. I opened the drawer, pulled aside the shirt on top, and froze.

On top of a crumpled pair of pajama pants, I found the lost necklace. It was laid out in the same way I lay it down when I am getting ready for bed, not tangled in any way.

I have wondered for months now how I missed seeing the necklace during the many times I rummaged through the drawer. Even more than that I have wondered how on Earth it was laid out as if it were on display after I had agitated and removed the contents of the drawer so many times. The most logical assumption of how it got there is that it fell off the dresser into the drawer (I leave it open a lot). It would follow that after falling into the drawer the necklace would likely not be laid out as it was when I found it. The only thing I can figure is that it fell and landed in exactly the configuration that would be untangled by my later searches for it, but the odds of that happening are so improbable that I don't really know if I believe it.

This isn't the first object that has seemed to disappear then reappear to me, and everyone in my family has several similar stories.

My mother caught some wooden doubloons at a Mardi Gras parade when she was a child. She stacked them in a pattern on a shelf in her closet. At some point, she noticed they were gone. She searched the closet, but never found them. Three months later, the doubloons were stacked on her shelf again.

My brother lost his glasses on the playground at school one day. That in itself wasn't spectacular as he had just started wearing them and sometimes when they fell off he didn't notice. The teachers had students in other recess periods comb the playground in a grid pattern looking for the glasses, but 3 or 4 hours of searching passed and no one found the glasses. At the end of the day, my mother decided to look one last time (she works at the school he was going to) and walked to the swings where he said he had played. In the first place she looked she found the glasses, neatly folded as if they had been placed there on purpose.

There's several other cases of items disappearing for a long time and reappearing in strange circumstances, but these stand out as the strangest because they all have a common link:

* Each time, the missing item was of great importance to the person that lost it.
* Each time, the missing item had a relatively small area where it was likely to be
* Each time, the item was the focus of an intensive search that covered the area in which it was later found several times
* Each time, the item was found in a state that appeared as if it was carefully placed there, rather than simply left

Until this necklace, these situations seemed to me like cases where searching for something makes one less likely to find it, as you focus so hard on what you are seeing you overlook it. But it's really strange to me that the necklace was so perfectly laid out. I've read some accounts in forum threads about other people having toys mysteriously disappear then reappear months later in a place that had been searched. Other cases were thrown toys that all present witnessed the general location in which they landed (like a bush) but hours of searching failed to locate the toy.

That's the kind of thing I am ultimately curious to see if anyone else has experienced; the thread on another forum that reminded me of these things had several dozen accounts of the odd disappearance of a toy, sometimes followed by its reappearance in the exact place in which it had been lost. I am fascinated by this phenomenon and curious to read as many as I can because I am interested if it is just some anomaly in how we search for things or if there is actually some strange event that is being triggered that we do not understand.

Well, Occam's Razor suggests that you simple made a mental error and took the newer pencil with you to Austin, and your memories are faulty.

Or perhaps you took the old no erasor pencil with you, and while you were gone, someone used the erasor on your newer pencil. Do you have a roommate?

Perhaps you wore down the eraser on your newer pencil before you left and don't remember because you don't consider erasing a mistake to be a very memorable moment.

Either way, it is vastly more likely that there is a reasonable explanation for this as opposed to a mystical occurance. You could have an artificial memory at any step in this process. Similar things have happened to me before. Many times, when your mind gets some memories confused, or can't remember what happened, it creates a new memory with the available fragments and makes it seem like a perfectly legitimate, accurate memory.

Or maybe there's a little elf that follows you around and fucks with your pencils.

EDIT: ah, no roomate. Okay.

By the way, you're moving to Austin? That's bad ass. I live like an hour and half away from there. Prior to coming to Baylor I lived in Austin for almost 2 years. It's an awesome place to live.

Happens to me all the time. Once when I was like eight, I owned a copy of the book Matilda. It was a great book, and I read it all the time until one day I lost it. I searched my room who knows how many times, never found it. So, fnally, a few months later, I just give up and go out and buy a new copy. I come home to put the new one on my shelf, and theres the old one, right next to the othes. Freaky, no? Happens with other stuff, too, like my gameboy, and a couple other books.

I'm not inclined to believe it's somthing religious, though. If God does exist, I highly doubt he goes around making stuff appear and dissapear. Could be somthing else(Insert your choice of "Twilight Zone" or "Close Encounters" music here)

Well yeah on the pencil thing I'm less freaked out now that the pencil with an eraser has appeared. I could have countered the "someone wore down the eraser on the new pencil" thing because the pencil with no eraser has hundreds of scratches on it and the shape is slightly worn, which is characteristic of an older pencil.

Also erasing mistakes is a pretty memorable moment due to this bizarre quirk I have developed. I draw marks and etch designs into these block erasers I use with my pencils, and I use them to track the progress of the eraser's progress towards oblivion. There's this one big hole in the one I take to class and I am SO... CLOSE... to erasing up to that hole. Unfortunately I developed this quirk after finishing all of my math curriculum so now at most I tend to erase five or six words at a time :(

Anyway I was really trying to not put a religious spin on my suspicions behind what happened. It comes up when my mom and I talk about ghosts and stuff (she's seen a lot of weird things) and we are both of the theory it is some mental phenomenon that we wish we understood better. There is an intended bit of mysticism there but with me the situation is more like this:

When science can't explain something it is magic. Someone should study it and try to figure out what the magic is. Eventually, science explains the magic and it is not magic anymore. That's why I'm pretty curious about this "disappearing object" thing because I have some pretty crazy theories to explain them but it's kind of one of those things where I have a different theory that I would like to be true and if it is true than these make sense also. I think there's perfectly rational explanations for them but the necklace thing really bothers me because the logical way it could have happened has a pretty low probability in my opinion. So I'd like to collect more data on this particular type of anomaly. It's probably just false memories and coincidences but wouldn't it be neat if there were something deeper?

With the scientific knowledge I am currently aware of, all of my current theories are based on absolutely nothing and are ridiculous. But if you believe in magic they make sense!

Wow.

I have a similar story to share. About 20 or 25+ years ago, my mom's parents died (but this was too early and I was not born yet). One day close to their deaths (they did not die simultaneously, though), she decided to take a bath in a bathtub. Nothing was special about the tub; you just turn the knob and water pours out. Well, about a minute before she was going to turn the water on, the knob turned by itself and water came out. She swears that it was the ghost of her dad who did this.

Now, a possible reason to the sudden failure of the bathtub's water pipe is due to water pressure, which may have somehow opened the valve. But, why would this have happened only moments before her bath? No one will know. She is confident that it was a ghost.

Of course it was a ghost! If I were a ghost, I know the first thing I would do is turn on my daughter's faucet. Nothing makes me immediately think of ghosts like running water!

Why bother communicating with your living children in a meaningful way, when you can save them the trouble of turning on their own bath water?

Hey hey hey Beldaran slow down I didn't ask people to troll the thread I just wanted people to pool their strange stories for the possible amusement of each other.

Also I have this really weird theory about ghosts but in a nutshell it comes down to "It's something science can't explain yet but surely there is something" because honestly you are right some of the things ghosts do are pretty silly for "hey look I can communicate with the living" experiences. Basically I think there is some force or something that can cause weird space/time interactions and possibly interactions between different universes and this is the source of the activity but currently there's pretty much the same amount of proof for this theory as there is for existence of God so I'm not really going to violently defend it.

wow...I've had stuff *poof * on me too. Best example was my copy of Link's awakening. I lost it for about 2 years. I searched every drawer, shelf, everywhere in my whole house, only to find it (2 years later) in a drawer I'd searched about 20 times.

my theories, in order of likeliness:

1. severe mental focus. Your mind is so intent on looking for it, that you do not notice it, even if you are HOLDING IT.
2. memory falsification. to Quote Kingdom hearts, Chain of memories "try too hard to remember, and your memory will lie to you"
3. 0_o dimensional warping. the object simply warps out, and pops up later. not bloody likely though...

I don't doubt there are phenomena that appear supernatural... but to assume that your deceased family members are trying to communicate with you by turning on your bath water... that's an unscientific approach to the problem, to say the least.

It wasn't that long ago in our history that people thought all kinds of really rudimentary things were supernatural. The seasons, the sun, disease... all of those were viewed as spirits or gods communicating with us. Of course now we know they are axis and rotation, a burning ball of gas, and a viruses and microscopic bacteria.

Eventually we will know enough to dispel even more mystical notions.

I just can't wait until someone dispels Groundhog Day. ;)

Personally, what I find most interesting is that people assume something supernatural happened when you can't come up with a rational explination to explain why your bath water turns on by itself. What's wrong with saying "I have no idea why that happened." and giving reality the benefit of the doubt?

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Personally, what I find most interesting is that people assume something supernatural happened when you can't come up with a rational explination to explain why your bath water turns on by itself. What's wrong with saying "I have no idea why that happened." and giving reality the benefit of the doubt?

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Because it is bothersome to believe that an inanimate object moved when nothing capable of moving it was near?

Some of you jerks need to look up supernatural and quit acting like everyone who uses the word means that there are voodoo spirits everywhere just ready to suck the life out of you. In particular I like to use the word in the sense of definition 1,

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of, pertaining to, or being above or beyond what is natural; unexplainable by natural law or phenomena; abnormal.

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Thus, anything that does not have a reasonable explanation through logical means is supernatural. It doesn't have to be paranormal. By using the answer "I have no idea what happened" you are acknowledging the supernatural status of the event because you have exhausted the rational explanations available and dismissed them as improbable.

I don't necessarily believe that some magic caused my necklace to disappear and reappear, but I do put forth my opinion that I believe the chances that it managed to fall in a configuration that was altered by my movements in such a way that it appeared to have been carefully laid out are slim. However unlikely it seems, that's the only currently rational explanation, but some people are amused by events that don't seem to have likely rational explanations. Other people are forum trolls with enough hubris to believe that mankind has already achieved perfect and complete knowledge of the universe and all of its machinations.

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Originally Posted by AtmaWeapon

Because it is bothersome to believe that an inanimate object moved when nothing capable of moving it was near?

Some of you jerks need to look up supernatural and quit acting like everyone who uses the word means that there are voodoo spirits everywhere just ready to suck the life out of you. In particular I like to use the word in the sense of definition 1,Thus, anything that does not have a reasonable explanation through logical means is supernatural. It doesn't have to be paranormal. By using the answer "I have no idea what happened" you are acknowledging the supernatural status of the event because you have exhausted the rational explanations available and dismissed them as improbable.

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Fair enough. Personally, when I use the phrase "I don't know", I usually mean "There is an explination out there that I haven't thought of or hasn't been discovered yet, but I don't have enough information to know any better.", instead of implying paranomal origions.

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I don't necessarily believe that some magic caused my necklace to disappear and reappear, but I do put forth my opinion that I believe the chances that it managed to fall in a configuration that was altered by my movements in such a way that it appeared to have been carefully laid out are slim. However unlikely it seems, that's the only currently rational explanation, but some people are amused by events that don't seem to have likely rational explanations.

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If something is incredably unlikely, yet it happens, then it being incredably unlikely is the reason that it's not more routine. Welcome to Statistics 101, where just because things are improbable doesn't mean they don't happen.

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Other people are forum trolls with enough hubris to believe that mankind has already achieved perfect and complete knowledge of the universe and all of its machinations.

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Huh? I don't really have a response to this, but I'm quoting it reguarldess hoping that I'm not the only one who finds this characterization bizzare.

QUOTE WARS also use an ALTERNATIVE BROWSER that has spellcheck brah

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Originally Posted by AlexMax

Fair enough. Personally, when I use the phrase "I don't know", I usually mean "There is an explination out there that I haven't thought of or hasn't been discovered yet, but I don't have enough information to know any better.", instead of implying paranomal origions.

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Hence my point about using the label "supernatural" in the "can't think of a reason why" sense separate from the paranormal/religious sense.

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If something is incredably unlikely, yet it happens, then it being incredably unlikely is the reason that it's not more routine. Welcome to Statistics 101, where just because things are improbable doesn't mean they don't happen.

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Because here is the story of my life :(

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[ 2007.04.02 05:57:39 ] Len Jahad > I can't decide if your existence is actually a comedy of errors or if it's a carefully constructed internet persona

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Huh? I don't really have a response to this, but I'm quoting it reguarldess hoping that I'm not the only one who finds this characterization bizzare.

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It is in response to another thread where any shred of sympathy for religion was treated as a sign of inferiority you have missed some episodes

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It is in response to another thread where any shred of sympathy for religion was treated as a sign of inferiority

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You mean on a different site? Or the one we had here? Cause at least on the one here Beldaran had the manners not to insult individual members who followed religion, just it in general.

I don't know the explenation for stuff, and when it's like this I don't bother to try, even though I'm one of the most inquisitive people ever, because I know scientests haven't discovered the reason, and I don't have nearly the resources.

Atma, they think you are crazy, but you aren't.

You are being stalked by a malevolent poltergeist.

You did something horrible recently, and it is trying to warn you.

Make amends, or soon you will wake up without eyes.

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Originally Posted by AtmaWeapon

mankind has already achieved perfect and complete knowledge of the universe and all of its machinations.

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I never once said that. I think scientific reasoning is the path to that destination, but I would be a moron to claim that we already know everything.

Maybe I need to think a little more when I post I've been kind of unfocused recently and what I'm typing doesn't seem to be 1:1 corresponding to what I am trying to say and I should take more efforts to make it so. I'm not sleeping enough and spending way too much time on computers; perhaps it's time I go read a book or something.

Basically this is like director's commentary on my posts and honestly the fact that I have to do this shows I fail at communicating in the first place, which is not good.

OK Beldaran I know you are not guilty of saying that, it was a hyperbole and I have this problem where I can't properly discern the "things other people know" and "things I internally know" information so I apologize for my poor execution of the sarcasm. I still am kind of bothered by the original "religious people are inferior" statements but I am starting to see that what I feel like is a running gag is actually closer to trolling and I kind of need to stop bringing it up.

This led to Amaster's confusion and maybe I have covered that now.

And Glenn you laugh but there is a somewhat related story to your threat let me go throw away this plate that I ate my dinner on and I will tell it to you.

OK now that the old tuna fish smell is gone there is actually supposedly a ghost in my life. If there really is then he is really rude and totally missing out on some good times. See the people who lived in our house before had a son named Herb, or at least something that abbreviates to that. He died in a car accident. We learned about this from a friend that used to know the old occupants and claims she would see someone peeking through the blinds of his room when no one was supposed to be at home.

I sleep in Herb's room.

Now my mother has this really strange natural talent in that if her eldest son makes a movement in the night she can hear it through eight feet of acoustic foam. Over the course of the past two decades I have developed heightened stealth abilities because heaven forbid I get thirsty in the night and have to go get a drink of water. Several times in my youth I was grounded for making too much noise in the night, leading to an amazing capacity for bladder control and also keeping stashes of water in my room out of fear.

That was when I had sweet sweet carpet and flat floors to work with. The house we live in now has hardwood floors (even under carpeted areas) that announce each movement with a loud creak. I've given up on navigating my room silently, it just cannot be done. But the hallway and staircase are different. There are just enough quiet places in the hall that I can get onto the staircase or into the bathroom without making a big red exclamation point appear over my mom's head. I have perfected the art of opening doors by first turning the knob, lifting via the knob to avoid hinge creak, holding the latch with a finger while slowly releasing the knob to avoid loud noises, then reversing the process to close a door. The staircase is a beast in itself; it was easier to creep silently up and down the stairs when it was carpeted, but several events involving the loss of traction on the stairs prompted the removal of the carpet. Now it is bare wood and the downwards trip is impossible to make without triggering at least 3 creaks. Strangely enough the upward journey is easily made without a noise, though I am usually carrying a drink with ice in it so that is a separate challenge.

Anyway the point of that was not to showcase how every night is a real-life board game in my house. Once mom heard about Herb, she suddenly remembered she always heard someone going up and down the stairs at odd times when she was alone in the house. She says she always figured it was me, but then realized I was in a dorm room 160 miles away. I have tried to explain it is my little brother, but somehow she never hears him as he simulates the noises that a bulldozer would make as it attempts to scale our stairs on a pogo stick. Then he proceeds to enter the bathroom door using the noisiest method possible (push door until latch slams against the door frame, turn knob quickly, release knob after door opens, turn on light, slam door). Supposedly she never hears this and I don't get it.

Also she claims one time she was changing clothes with her door open and she heard noises as if someone stomped up the stairs and slammed my door. I explain this easily, as the way our air conditioning is set up moves air out of my room into the hallway which causes my door to have a natural tendency to want to shut. The force of the photons of sunlight coming through my window provide ample force to cause that door to slam. She interprets it as it is possible Herb is gay.

By now even dad is starting to accept the theory. He claims he clearly felt someone pat him on the back while in the basement when no one was around, and also claims he hears the staircase noises. Now I admit that certain parts of the house give me the creeps, and the places where she claims the noises come from are among the creepiest parts of the house, but I live in the room that this dude supposedly lived in and outside of the normal bizarre life events everyone experiences I have never had any encounter with Herb. I never hear anyone on the stairs but my brother at night. When I'm home alone the strangest noises I tend to hear are made by the woodpecker that has been trying for 8 years now to find bugs in the metal hood of our chimney (let me tell you that one was CREEPY the first time!).

Mom insists that Herb is the source of the disappearance and reappearance of several items in my room over the past few years. I concede that the events are strange but cannot fathom why a ghost would go to the trouble of insuring it only manifests itself when no one is around and selects a specific method of manifestation based on the identity of the person. I believe that the noises mom hears and attributes to Herb are in fact the results of her strange ability and she is actually hearing me go up the stairs in my dorm. Since she doesn't realize she has super-eldest-son-hearing yet she gets confused and interprets the noise as a stranger coming up the stairs.

If I were to attribute the disappearance of the items to a supernatural phenomenon, I'm much more happy with the concept of some kind of mental ability to shift an object to some manner of storage that can only be accessed by my mind. Unfortunately it is an ability controlled by my subconscious and is only triggered accidentally by a strong desire to keep something safe. The return of the item is accidentally triggered as well. Basically I like this theory because I had this Captain N comic book one time where Captain N and Samus Aran were working together, and Samus had this device that opened a portal to a special "storage dimension" in which she kept all her stuff. I have lived my life wishing for such a thing.

In reality, I'm a fairly absentminded person who likes to do a lot of tasks at once and this leads to me placing objects in weird places or places where they do not belong. Later I rearrange things in that area and again place the important item somewhere wrong because it is not important at the moment. After this happens several times I have little hope of remembering where the item is and by then it is likely that the house cleaner has come and further disturbed the position of the item. The necklace was not in an unexpected location, I am just intrigued by the fact that I managed to overlook it so many times. My old digital camera has been missing since October and I have this bad feeling that while I was packing I tossed it into a pocket of a bag that did not get zipped, and then it fell out. Of course if I go home this weekend and find the stupid thing sitting on my counter I am going to call ghosts because I have cleaned and reorganized that thing 8 times in the past 2 months.

And if a poltergeist had followed me to my dorm then I'd welcome him because I fail to see how it could do anything to my room that would make it worse, so it would in fact be limited to cleaning my dorm room to a certain extent.

You are the most verbose person on AGN. :p

Herb did all of these things, making sure never to bring himself to your attention, as part of a clever plan to get you to make this thread. It's behind you right now, reading the screen.

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You are the most verbose person on AGN. :p

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I have always wished there was an "average characters per post" or a "total characters posted" statistic because I believe the number would be large and no one would have the tenacity to challenge my e-peen.

*Edit* Except maybe that time that Zaph was protesting the "no limit on sig size" rule and had at least the book of Genesis as his signature it might have been the first few books of The Bible

I don't know, ShadowTiger might have more total characters, and maybe even more average characters per post. :shrug:

Atma's posts are usually interesting enough for a full read-through. Even if that takes a significant portion of my sparse computer time these days. If more people put as much effort as he does into their posts the internet would be more full of decent information (read: Wikipedia).