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Clair's ghost ring
This story actually happened. Claire is not, or ever was, the girl in this story’s name. Other than that, the events are accurately depicted as they occurred.
Claire, an only child, received this antique ring from her Grandmother on her sixteenth birthday. Just two months later her Grandmother passed away unexpectedly. From the Grandmother’s estate, her parents gave Claire a small end cabinet that her Great Uncle, a Free Mason carpenter, had made. It was here, on an old fringed Doily of her Grandmother’s, that Clair kept the antique ring when not being worn for Church or some other fancy dress occasion.
On the morning after her senior prom Clair awoke to find that the ring had vanished from the fringed doily. She definitely remembered taking it off and placing it with the expensive necklace, earrings, and bracelet set her mother had lent her to wear. Her mothers’ jewelry was still there, but not her Grandmother’s ring. The end cabinet was searched; Clair’s room was searched multiple times. The whole house was then searched, and a lost ad was even placed in the local paper. No word or trace of the ring could be found, nor its disappearance explained.
Six years later, after completing her masters at the university, Claire move out of her parents’ house and into an apartment on the other side of town. With her went the old end cabinet and the fringed doily where Clair took off and kept the jewelry she wore on a daily basis when she retired for the evening.
Four years had gone by in the new apartment when Clair received an invitation in the mail to her private girls high school ten year class reunion. It was to be held in conjunction with the same private boy’s school that her class had shared graduation with. The night before the Saturday reunion there was to be a fancy dress dance in reminiscence of her prom. On a lark Claire decided to wear the same satin gown she had worn ten years earlier. When the day before the evening dance came, she stopped at her parents to pull the gown out of mothballs. She even borrowed her Mothers jewels again to wear.
That evening Claire partied deep into the night, finally collapsing into a deep sleep on her bed without even undressing. Late the next morning she woke up, groggy and hung-over. She suddenly startled herself awake when she started to take off her jewelry and discovered it was missing. She looked over at the end cabinet and breathed a sigh of relief, their it was, all laid out, even though she had no memory of removing it. Suddenly a creeping chill ran up along her spine, freezing her on the spot. There, on the fringed doily, surrounded by her mothers’ jewels, was the antique ring belonging to her grandmother that had disappeared mysteriously ten years prior. Claire picked up the sparkling ring and examined it, her hands shaking so bad she nearly dropped it. It was her Grandmothers ring, no doubt of that. Even her mother recognized it as such, but could also offer no credible explanation for the rings reappearance!
Over twenty years have since passed. The ring, when not worn by Claire on special occasions, still spends its time on the aged fringed Doily. It has never shown any sign of going back to wherever it had disappeared to for ten years.
Clair's ghost ring
This story actually happened. Claire is not, or ever was, the girl in this story’s name. Other than that, the events are accurately depicted as they occurred.
Claire, an only child, received this antique ring from her Grandmother on her sixteenth birthday. Just two months later her Grandmother passed away unexpectedly. From the Grandmother’s estate, her parents gave Claire a small end cabinet that her Great Uncle, a Free Mason carpenter, had made. It was here, on an old fringed Doily of her Grandmother’s, that Clair kept the antique ring when not being worn for Church or some other fancy dress occasion.
On the morning after her senior prom Clair awoke to find that the ring had vanished from the fringed doily. She definitely remembered taking it off and placing it with the expensive necklace, earrings, and bracelet set her mother had lent her to wear. Her mothers’ jewelry was still there, but not her Grandmother’s ring. The end cabinet was searched; Clair’s room was searched multiple times. The whole house was then searched, and a lost ad was even placed in the local paper. No word or trace of the ring could be found, nor its disappearance explained.
Six years later, after completing her masters at the university, Claire move out of her parents’ house and into an apartment on the other side of town. With her went the old end cabinet and the fringed doily where Clair took off and kept the jewelry she wore on a daily basis when she retired for the evening.
Four years had gone by in the new apartment when Clair received an invitation in the mail to her private girls high school ten year class reunion. It was to be held in conjunction with the same private boy’s school that her class had shared graduation with. The night before the Saturday reunion there was to be a fancy dress dance in reminiscence of her prom. On a lark Claire decided to wear the same satin gown she had worn ten years earlier. When the day before the evening dance came, she stopped at her parents to pull the gown out of mothballs. She even borrowed her Mothers jewels again to wear.
That evening Claire partied deep into the night, finally collapsing into a deep sleep on her bed without even undressing. Late the next morning she woke up, groggy and hung-over. She suddenly startled herself awake when she started to take off her jewelry and discovered it was missing. She looked over at the end cabinet and breathed a sigh of relief, their it was, all laid out, even though she had no memory of removing it. Suddenly a creeping chill ran up along her spine, freezing her on the spot. There, on the fringed doily, surrounded by her mothers’ jewels, was the antique ring belonging to her grandmother that had disappeared mysteriously ten years prior. Claire picked up the sparkling ring and examined it, her hands shaking so bad she nearly dropped it. It was her Grandmothers ring, no doubt of that. Even her mother recognized it as such, but could also offer no credible explanation for the rings reappearance!
Over twenty years have since passed. The ring, when not worn by Claire on special occasions, still spends its time on the aged fringed Doily. It has never shown any sign of going back to wherever it had disappeared to for ten years.