PARANORMAL THEFT: Woman Accuses Ghost Of Stealing Her Resume? I actually sympathize with this woman. I have seen a lot of s–t in my life, and some of it has been very weird indeed. I have always said that I could live with a ghost. However, I cannot deal with some invisible specter, either touching me, or stealing my stuff. Taking my resume would definitely qualify as stealing my stuff.
Of course, this brings up the obvious question, why would a ghost steal her resume? What would a ghost need a resume for anyway? I believe it could be that the ghost wants to see where she works, so the invisible thief can haunt her at work, as well as home. Or it could be that this woman just misplaced it and blamed her short term memory loss on her ghost. Naaa, it must be the ghost.
I have some ghost stories, some unexplained paranormal phenomenon, if you prefer. First of all, let me start by saying, that I do not attribute ghosts as being dead people, evil minions of Satan, a sign from God, or whatever. As far as I know, a ghost could be from another dimension that is close to ours, a parallel universe, or something else entirely.
A ghost could be a dead persons echo or maybe the conscious lives on after death, I have no idea. I do however know that of the basic laws of physics states, that energy cannot be destroyed. Basically, a living thing is composed of ordered patterns of electrical energy all the way down to the atomic level. If a living thing dies this energy does not disappear, it keeps existing, dispersing through the universe. Anyway, my point is, I have no way of knowing for sure, so I do not put any more emphasis on one theory, over another. It is what it is, and I have no way of knowing for sure.
The one thing I am sure of is paranormal phenomenon are not audible or visual hallucinations, at least not for me. In one of my unusual experiences, had a witness, who also saw the entire thing. Let me tell you all about it.
When my sister and I, were much younger, I don’t mean really young kid’s, I mean, we were aged something like, between 8 and 13 years old. We lived in sunny Southern California.
We lived in one of those typical 3 bedroom, stucco, tract homes. You know the kind I mean. Anyway, My sister and I were sitting on the steps outside the back door of the house leading into the backyard. Our back yard was one of those typical tract home sized backyards, and it was a nice warm early evening. Me and my sister, were having an ice creme cone, soda, or something like that, I can’t remember exactly. So, we were sitting on the steps, in the early evening, doing whatever, when suddenly, we both saw something unexplained.
From the back of the backyard, on top the wooden stockade fence, we both saw a ghostly cat. Yes, a cat, a typical house cat, to be exact. Now this cat was obviously not a typical cat, as we know it. Imagine an exact image of a typical cat, except this cat was composed of something that was not a solid material. This cat looked like a cat composed entirely of smoke or fog. You could easily determine it was a cat, except this was not a solid regular breathing cat. Do you know what I mean?
This cat, whom we both watched, absolutely fascinated, and transfixed both of us. This specter started walking across the top of the fence from left to right, at a leisurely, regular cat, walking speed. We are only talking about a distance of 25 feet or so, and the entire backyard was illuminated by the flood lights, mounted on the side of the garage. The memorable thing was we weren’t even scared while it was happening, it was more fascinating then scary, at least the few seconds while it was happening. The spectral cat walked all the way across the yard on top of the fence, and even stopped a few feet from the garage. My sister and me, both looked at each, other for confirmation that this was actually happening.
When we looked back towards the backyard, the spectral cat was still there. The cat started walking across the fence again, and kept going, until it got to the area behind the garage, and disappeared from our point of view. This then got way too freaky, and we both, high-tailed it into the house.
The funny thing is we had a black & white cat, Boots, who died, sometime before this incident. Boots, the cat, used to walk across the top of the fence like that. We both assumed that the spectral image was the ghost of Boots. Obviously, I have no way of knowing for sure, it could be any cat, for all I know. After all, walking across the top of a stockade fence, is certainly not an unusual activity, for any domestic cat.
I have had several interesting experiences after this incident, including hearing foot steps, doors closing unexpectedly, and seeing spectral images of people. You know the usual stuff. However, I have never, ever, had any sort of spectral image, or paranormal phenomena touch me, as that would just be too creepy, or take any of my possessions. I am of the age where life is hectic sometimes, that I prefer to believe that I just assume that I misplaced it. This is usually the typical case, as I find said misplaced item later, almost always, when I am not actually looking for it. If this is not happening to you now, it will later in life, trust me.
The more I think about it, this poor woman, who told the cops, that a ghost pilfered her resume was most likely mistaken. She probably can’t face fact that she just misplaced it, and was too embarrassed to admit it. The dead giveaway (no pun intended) for me was, she had to place a value on her resume for the cops.
For those of you who don’t know, if something is stolen from you, and you call the Police, you have to base an estimate of value, for each item stolen. This woman valued her stolen resume, printed on regular paper mind you, at $5,000.00 dollars. That’s right, $5,000.00 for a resume, that you could just print out another copy at anytime. $5,000.00 f–king dollars, for a resume that was not printed on, jewel encrusted, gold leaf parchment, having been transcribed by Italian Monks, in a monastery, that can only be reached, by small boat, two and a half months of the year.
I wouldn’t pay $5,000.00, for the double super-secret, resume of one of the most secretive CEO’s of big business, anywhere in the world. That’s five thousand United States Dollars, for 2 or 3 pieces of standard white office paper, printed in black ink. There has to be another digital backup copy somewhere. Unless this was hand written, and illustrated, by the late Salvador Dali, or hand illustrated, by monks, this resume of her’s, has virtually no monetary value. Hell, I would even be willing to send her $3.00 cash, so she could have another copy printed, at the most expensive print shop in her town, or city, anywhere in the USA.
$5,000.00, Yeah right! I think she should have thought of something else, something that we could actually believe. Too bad, the damage is already done.
Tom Dye, The Safety Guy
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