Frank The Haunted Cookie Jar

The day I brought Frank home.

What trouble can that adorable little cookie jar cause? So very much if he wants to. Does Frank always stay inside the cookie jar, nope. So what little bit I was told was that the cookie jar had been previously taken home by an employee, but this person had so much chaos the only night she had him that she returned him promptly the next day.

The cookie jar was then placed haphazardly in a storage closet that is accessed very often for frequently needed and used items. It’s not a smaller closet either. Placed among the shelves where we had items we needed to restock was this random cookie jar. Perplexed I turned to my boss and asked what’s the deal with this cookie jar because it couldn’t have been more out of place. She proceeds to tell me the story if the cookie jar and the increase in activity and everyone wanting it gone.

My interest was peaked, but I tried to ignore it and move on. Upon stocking the shelves heavier items sort of flung off the shelf, not a gentle fall. I started to get suspicious that maybe there is more than meets the eye to this handsome little guy. Again I continue on and a few more things happen. Finally, curiosity wins and I’m driven by this need to physically pick this cookie jar up. I sweep him up into my hands and I knew this cookie jar wasn’t just a cookie jar and people were not just being paranoid. Within moments my hands and fingers began to tingle strongly.

I then say okay so this thing is definitely making my hands tingle. I was of course met with some skepticism, but then I convinced a coworker to hold him for just a moment and her hands began to tingle as well. Then I was jokingly asked if I’d like to take him home and without hesitation I said yes because I knew that I was more equipped to deal with this situation than the previous recipient. This was happy news to everyone and I was given the cookie jar with one stipulation only, that I could not under any circumstance bring it back. I agree to the terms and on my lunchbreak I placed the jar in my trunk wrapped in a coat and the picture above is the picture I took as soon as I had placed him there.

It took no time at all, in fact the cookie jar started creating chaos while I was driving to get my lunch. My phone called my mother while I was already on the line talking to my mother. Then my radio started acting up and it was in the midst of this chaos I was given his name and that was Frank. I immediately began referring to him as Frank. I brought him home and he immediately began to cause issues. Just as he had previously helped things move I had things flying off my counter and out of my freezer.

It was at this moment I decided I needed to give Frank some boundaries. So, I leaned down eye to eye with Frank and said listen, you can’t go back to the hotel and this is the best I can offer you, otherwise they’re gonna throw you away. I also set boundaries regarding my home and children. I was very clear you are not allowed to scare the kids and you are not going to cause craziness here. I then let him know he needed me much more than I needed him because he had decided to attach himself to a glass fragile and cracked cookie jar. I also told him if he really felt the need to mess with people he could go over to one of my neighbors in particular and have at it. From this day forward we had a mutual understanding.

I only have had a few incidences where he has his made his presence known to me. The space in front of him on the counter had become a bit cluttered and he was not at all that thrilled with it, so after a few times of him making himself very known, I finally figured it out and fixed the issue. Very recently he let me know he was here but not by causing any problems I actually saw a blue small ball of light go through the doorway to the kitchen. Then a bit later while prepping dinner I was standing right in front of him and I saw the blue ball of light shoot in front of me and go into the area of his eyes.

Any point and time when I’m passing by him or standing near him, I make it a point to speak to him. The kids also acknowledge him at times when passing through the kitchen. All in all he is pretty content here and he respects my boundaries. He wanted to be displayed and acknowledged. He has found contentment in my home in the kitchen. He enjoys watching people cook. I do not store anything inside for a few reasons, one he is a bit fragile and two he was produced during a time when there was lead in the glaze of the pottery. Now I have realized when he is going out of his way to get my attention that either something has gotten on the jar and needs to be cleaned up or something is in front of him and he is annoyed. I rarely pick him up. He isn’t a fan of being held, but he does still make my fingers tingle if I do.

Published by izzysconfessions

I was born and raised in the smallest of towns in Southwest Virginia. A town that is extraordinarily active, yet a town that is like it's very own little mini Bible belt. My dad was Baptist, my mom pentecostal, and I'm paranormal. I would venture to say it is somewhat of a family trait. One that is met with equal acceptance and curiosity as much as it is met with skepticism. Individually and collectively so much has been experienced and witnessed at times to such a degree that one might wonder how on earth there is room for doubt. I dont have all the answers, I do not have it all figured out. Im as human as everyone else relying heavily many mornings on a lot of coffee and a little Jesus. In fact, I can't decide what I want for dinner most days. One constant is I cannot go a single day without chocolate. Pour a cup of coffee, or a little tea and whiskey and join me in my confessions of a haunted freak.

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