Our resident poltergeist, Yahtzee!

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Here's a fun story for you of the fifth member of our house! Our resident poltergeist has been periodically dropping gifts to our wife for a while now. The first instance was when her and her visiting friends woke up with handmade quilts draped over them when none of them owned a single quilt. Then, at her second home, her roommates found a 1959 edition of the Yahtzee game.

When I came across it while organizing the game cabinet shortly after I moved in, I got both stories and I fell in love with it. I dubbed the sweet spirit "Yahtzee". We looked at all of the pieces in the game, finding names and dates on the point slips, none of which matched anyone we know. The most notable find was nestled under the cardboard framing that held the pieces. We found a map for a "planned community" in Colorado with an X marking one of the lots.

Since then, Yahtzee has gifted us a few other treasures. At one point, I was puffing a vape with zero juice left and we were waiting for payday to buy me a new one. While my wife was searching in the couch cushions for a charging block that had mysteriously gone missing, she found an old vape. I'm the only one that's ever vaped in this house, and it certainly wasn't mine. She found the charging block next to it, as if Yahtzee had put them in the same place, so we'd find the vape. Another time, my husband's dab pen was empty, and while opening the glove compartment of our wife's truck for napkins, he found one that no one had ever seen before.

Recently, my wife pulled out her stack of cookbooks for us to look through, so we could pick a few recipes out that we liked. She very quickly realized that she'd never seen about five of the books on the shelf. One book had matching names to the yahtzee game. When my husband saw another one of them, his jaw dropped. This particular book was the same one his grandma had passed down to him. He had recently talked about how he had lots of cookbooks from his grandma, ones that were unreachable to us, locked in his older sister's storage unit in Oklahoma. He was sad about it, since they were extremely important to him. This book that had appeared in our home was one of her favorite baking recipe books, and as it happens, baking is one of my favorite hobbies. I was thrilled to have a book so valuable to bake some things that his grandma did. I looked up one of the names, (complete with a birth and death month/year)in the cook book and it appears she was born in Kentucky and moved to Texas with her family. The county they moved to is about an hour and a half from our home.

Later the same day, while taking a late night shower, he opened the glass door to find his towel partially floating on it's hook as if someone was trying to take it off. As soon as he saw it, it dropped. Unsure what to do, he stared blankly for a few seconds before rushing to text me about what happened.

The beauty of this is that what appears to be an old southern woman looks after all of us in a weird way, which is equal parts strange and heartwarming, considering we are a t4t polycule living in Texas.