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Some strange things are happening at Casa River..

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*Cue the Twilight Zone music*

This post may be a little woo woo for some of my readers and that’s fine. I’m a very grounded skeptic at heart and I swear if these things didn’t happen to me I wouldn’t believe them either.

If you’re a long time reader you’ll remember I wrote about the bizarre things that transpired during my mother’s last days in hospice. I can’t explain any of them, but I was there. They happened.

I’m an only child and my father died when I was young. My mother and I were close. She was a very spiritual woman and believed in a lot of things I don’t. Her death in 2014 hit me hard and deciding what to do with her ashes took me a few months. After burying half of them with a memorial tree on our property, I decided to take the other half back to the Jersey shore where we spent countless happy hours as a family.

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She adored the ocean.

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It was an emotional journey returning to the place she loved and saying goodbye.

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But I felt her with me and knew she’d approve.

I was a bit of a wreck that day, drained and raw. So when we returned to our hotel all I wanted to do was crawl in bed for a nap… but then I saw this on the counter.

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A white bobby pin that wasn’t there when we left. The same type of white bobby pin my mother used every day. The ones I had to special order at a beauty supply shop because no one carried them. The ones my mother would obsess over if she didn’t have enough.

I don’t use white bobby pins.

I certainly didn’t bring one with me to New Jersey.

No, the maid hadn’t cleaned our room while we were gone and left one. I checked.

Scoff all you like, but I know it was my mother’s way of telling me she was okay with my decision.

For the last 9 years that bobby pin has been a talisman and has lived on the bureau in my bedroom where I carefully dust around it. Until the other day… when I had just finished reading a book about a girl who lost her mother and believed she could communicate with her from beyond the grave.

I finished the book, went into our bedroom and it was gone. I looked everywhere. Under and behind the bureau, in all the drawers, behind my jewelry box and perfume tray. My husband didn’t take it. No one else was in the house. Lord Dudley doesn’t jump on the bureau but on the off chance he had, I scoured the room, searched in every corner and under the bed. I even emptied the vacuum cleaner. Nothing.

Just… gone. There that morning, gone in the afternoon, and I can’t explain it.

I also can’t explain this –

Remember when I posted about the recent storm and our loss of electricity? When my husband and I had an epic six hour gin rummy match by flashlight?

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We used a blue deck of cards I had in the drawer. Naturally I won because gin rummy was my mother’s game and she taught me well. Hope springs eternal for my husband, but he rarely beats me.

Wanting revenge, he pulled out the deck last night and we played again. I was skunking him and after I’d just dropped another gin… double points thanks to a spade… he complained about not drawing the jack he needed and picked up the deck to check how far down it was.

The deck we had just recently played with for 6 hours.

The deck that has been in the kitchen drawer, untouched, ever since.

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There wasn’t a single jack to be found. None. It was a deck of 48 cards.

Did Lord Dudley remove them all? Doubtful.

Is there a jack burglar on the loose in rural Maine? Equally as doubtful.

I’ve been joking lately about our house being cursed due to all the renovation nightmare mishaps, but damn. Now I’m really beginning to wonder.

What the hell is going on?

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41 thoughts on “Some strange things are happening at Casa River..”

      1. I looked up Jacks/ knave in my cartomancy books and nether gave sufficient detail on the role of Jack at court. Other than being younger men with no specific role or trade, more a Jack of all trades. This made me wonder if your workman was qualified or taking advantage somehow. There was also mention of German word meaning farmer, which made me think of your neighbour. In tarot there’s pages and knights. In between those stages of life they’re squires, sort of valets that do everything while preparing or training to be knights, dressing him in armour etc. Knights are military men, and we know the correlation there. On strange thing I saw in book that drew my eye was a card that was French showing them changing name to republicans! Obviously around time of revolution. We all know what’s heating up over your way now. I’d stay out of Israel’s business because there may be enough to deal with at home. Anyway, here’s something for you to do research. Of course it could just be a printing or quality control issue. https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jack_(playing_card)

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      2. That’s interesting. Our contractor is honest and qualified so that can’t be it. Our farming neighbor isn’t giving us any grief, so scratch that. Husband is military, that’s true.
        The fact that all four were missing has to mean something. It’s just too damned weird…

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  5. Jack went for a walk, but lost his way in the darkness of no electricity. The other Jacks went looking for him. They too lost their ways. They will return on April 1st. (Hubby hid them so when you started beating him again he could say it wasn’t his fault. He knew the Jacks were missing. He will put them back next time you play.)
    As for the White Bobby Pin — cue Twilight Zone music!

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      1. Cathy and I were talking about this yesterday. Like you, I’m a serious skeptic. Cathy, however, is a believer. She had the WOW thing going for the Bobby pin, but strangely, not so much for the Jacks, which were far more convincing to me. Either way, unless your husband is gaslighting you, I might start watching out for a guy in a gorilla suit and a space helmet. 😵‍💫

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  8. I wonder why your Mother took her bobby pin back. And when and where she will return it. My husband was the most unbeliever of all things woo-woo until he married me. He eventually just took it all for granted tho some were puzzling even to me – like the episode of my glasses (long story that I wrote about…). I’ve been wondering why he hasn’t showed up since his death but then his sister (with whom I had some interesting encounters shortly after she died) has a very strong personality and she was VERY attached to him, may be keeping him occupied.

    My advice? Acknowledge your Mother’s presence. Ask her to put the things back and/or show you where she put them. She’s just having a bit of fun.

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  9. I’m not sure what’s going on but I know it is meant to be. I have a similar life story to yours, only child, dad died when I was young, mother raised me and eventually died in hospice, me all alone after– and I occasionally have some woo-woo Mom moments. I figure that they’re part of my life now and while they can be unnerving they also remind me that I was loved and might still be.

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  10. I remember you talking about the white bobby pin, although I myself can’t see the picture. It’s just a blank space in your post. But I do remember you posted about this before, I know you are a skeptic but, I believe your mom is telling you maybe you should be more open about the skepticism you feel at times. And maybe the jacks being gone from the deck of cards is her way of saying so.

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  11. It seems to me if she perceives you aren’t getting the message clearly, she’s gonna attempt to make it crystal-clear. My thought would be to “stand-by,” live in and pay attention to the moment…and await “further instruction.”

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  12. What the what?
    I believe your Mom is visiting you, again. And she sounds a bit mischievous….now I know where you get it from!
    It makes me wonder if the bobby pin won’t turn up in your card deck next week. Keep us posted!

    Do you have dreams of your mom?
    I do occasionally and they make me so happy! One time, I woke up from a dream that Bev was in and I immediately smelled the perfume she wore my entire childhood. Crazy pants!

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  15. I LOVE STUFF LIKE THIS.
    So this is how I think about things like this…I believe that our loved ones are always with us, but we can’t see the signs if we don’t vibrate at a higher level. Maybe because your home has been under construction and isn’t as peaceful as it usually is, you’re not in a position to see the signs? (Aka- missing the pins, the cards; they’re hiding in plain sight.) Deep…or crazy. 🤣

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  17. I suspect a joker named Daniels swiped the Jack….
    Someone took his whiskey, now he wants it back.
    Maybe he’ll return the Jack if you cough up his booze….
    On you could challenge him at gin, and you can’t lose.

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  19. You know I’m a believer, especially given all the weird experiences I’ve had in my life. I love posts like this and hope you’ll keep us updated on the missing bobby pin and other strange occurrences. Renovations do send spirits into a tizzy, so you may be onto something there.

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