When my father was a baby, like the babies do, he enjoyed sleeping in his crib. One day, my grandmother was tending to her bed and also to his crib. Immediately after, she went on to change my father’s dippers. While she was in the midst of this task, her ring slipped off her finger. Not only that she felt the ring slide off, she clearly saw it come off. She can’t recall hearing even the faintest of thuds, but this may have been due to the fact that the ring was light or that it had landed on the bed rather than on the parquet floor. Be that as it may, the ring was never found. I could now go to some length about all the effort put into finding that ring - and not only by my grandmother - but I think it’ll suffice to tell you they even went as far as taking the bedroom set apart and, what must have been a funny site, micro-searching for possible ‘deep lesions’ in the floor. Those, much like the ring, were never found. Funny what people are willing to do when desperate. Have no delusions, though - you and I would have done the same. Later, I would often wonder if they searched the fridge, too (wouldn’t surprise me if they did). All jokes aside, my grandmother did feel and did see the ring come off her finger and fall. How it managed to get lost in such a limited space, even today - after 56 years - continues to baffle.
The last ‘case’ (that I know of) connected to this house has to do with my aunt (father’s sister), a person known to herself and others as very rational, even skeptical in all matters unusual. A few years ago she opened up to me and told me of a strange event she witnessed as a child… You can read all about that one in Part 6.
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