I have one, sorta, and I know everyone's gonna laugh, but it's God's honest truth!!

We were still in Okinawa, at our little house at 22nd Marines Drive, on Camp Courtney. This was 1995.

We had decided to go get pizza for dinner at the PX down the road. My dad was in the hallway putting his shoes on, and I was standing in the doorway adjoining the hallway with the dining room. My mom & sisters we in the kitchen, which was like 3 feet away. My mom opened a new stack of paper plates, and as I turned to go into the hallway, I saw my sister put the stack on the table (it was a long table) and slide them toward the center.

When me and my Dad got back with the pizza, we put them on the table. But something was missing. "Hey" I said "where is the new stack of paper plates you put out?" "On the table." was the reply. But only they WEREN'T anymore. In fact, we could not find them ANYWHERE. And we never did. During those 15 minutes we were gone, my mom & sisters were in the living room watching TV. No one had gone been in the kitchen since we had left. The plastic wrapped we had taken off them was still in the trash can...there WAS a stack of paper plates, but they just disappeared off the face of the earth. It really rattled us. Sometimes I think when I least expect it, a stack of paper plates is going to appear infront of me. But then again, that wasn't the only strange occurance in that house...