I have lost several things in a couple of moves. I remember I lost a couple of pictures that were very dear to me in my apartment in NYC. I was devastated. They were just – gone. I thought maybe they’d gotten under my armoire, which was too heavy to move, but when everything got packed up to move – nothing.
That happened in my last move, too. I lost something under the couch. I needed it, but ignored it. But when the couch was moved to move to my new house, it just wasn’t there.
I don’t know what kind of void these things slipped into.
That’s so crazy! One time I came hoe to find all the pictures of one of my sisters all turned face down. My mom was with me and she was convinced it was a ghost. I doubt that, but it was weird
When Hubby and I got married, the 2 cats (Fable and Orestes) were his. While we were moving everything out of Hubby’s apartment, Fable went missing.
There weren’t many pieces of furniture left, that he could hide under. We looked under everything, behind everything, every single spot. But he was nowhere to be found.
I started to panic. I walked around the neighborhood, calling for Fable. Nothing.
Once all of the furniture was loaded into the truck, we walked back into the apartment to make sure we got everything… And there was Fable, sitting in the middle of the room…
Where the heck did he hide??? The world may never know.
Omg Spike did this to me once!! Could not find him ANYWHERE. I just gave up looking and curled up in the middle of the living room, crying. Trying to accept that my cat was gone. Then he just walked up to me casually, like no big deal. I have no idea where he was, either!
Last year a coin fell on me in bed. I have no shelves or anything near my bed it could have fallen from because my bed takes up the entire end of my room. It fell from high, like it just fell from the ceiling.
