Sunday night, The Pony and I watched a DVR of that night's Big Brother show. Throughout the hour, we heard several suspicious thumps upstairs in the area of the kitchen. I'd look at The Pony, to see The Pony looking back at me.
"Yes. I heard that."
We finished the show, he on the couch, me in my OPC (Old People Chair). When it was over, I deleted the recording, and put it on Ridiculousness. It's mindless, tactless entertainment. Neither of us was planning to watch a whole show. I was on the edge of my OPC to return to my lair, and The Pony said he was going upstairs.
A commercial came on. I'm pretty sure it wasn't part of the show, because I'd seen that episode already. But I hadn't seen the commercial. I don't even know what it was for, maybe another show. It was a kid standing at the bottom of some stairs, saying, "If you came here to kill me, clap your hands..." And then there was a clap-clap from upstairs. [I found a link to a show that played it.]
I cracked up. "That was funny."
"Mom. People do stuff like that all the time to get viral videos."
"I know it wasn't real. It was just funny."
Anyhoo... I cranked my OPC forward a little more to get up. The Pony was closing his laptop and sitting upright.
"I'm going in my office. Will you turn this off when you go up?"
"Turn it off now. It will save me messing with the remote with my arms full."
I turned off the TV. Feeling a little prankish, I said,
"If you came here to kill me clap your hands..." and I clap-clapped, smirking at The Pony. Because, you know, he was headed upstairs, and we'd been hearing things.
The second I finished clapping, we both heard a THUMP upstairs in the boys' bathroom!
"Oh, CRAP!"
"Uh...yeah."
"I don't like that."
"Didn't you hear me say a while ago, 'THAT was interesting.'"
"No."
"It was while we were watching the show, and something ran along the floor here by the end of the couch. It wasn't really anything I could recognize. Just something low to the ground, moving."
"Last night when I came upstairs, I saw something like that over by your door as I was walking to the kitchen. When I turned and looked right at it, nothing was there!"
"I told you this morning, I had a dream last night about something like Jack running around in my room, but it wasn't a dog. I don't know what it was."
"Don't remind me of that NOW! Do you want me to turn the TV back on while you go upstairs?"
"No. I'm fine."
"But I'm down here! And I'm going to my dark office across the dark basement, with just this lamp."
"Do you want me to turn on the overhead light as I go up?"
"YES!"
"Okay. I'm going in the kitchen for ice and water. Just in case you hear something."
I guess the actual prank was on ME. Played by WHAT, I don't know...
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Let the previous record show that when I'd come home from town on Saturday, around 2:30 p.m., The Pony came into the kitchen, his glasses in his hand.
"I don't know why my glasses picked today to go crazy. I always lay them on that hockey stick that Dad made into a towel rack. But for some reason, while I was brushing my teeth just now, they all at once jumped into the sink! Look! The water got all over them!"
Saturday night/early Sunday, kicked back in my OPC, I'd heard three distinct THUMPS in Genius's bedroom overhead. The first at 4:15 a.m. Then at 4:20 (heh, heh), and the last at 4:37. It was when I went upstairs around 5:35 that I saw something over by The Pony's bedroom door.
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Just now (Sunday night 11:45-12:15 when I typed up this story), while I was trying to type the previous record above, my BLOGGER screen kept jumping all over the post, highlighting random sections in blue like I was going to give a link, or put it in italics. Sometimes taking out a chunk of writing so I had to hit the UNDO arrow. Almost as if something didn't want this story told...
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Thump?! Nobody went to check it out?
ReplyDeleteAll sorts of goings are on at Val's house.
Go check it out? WHY WOULD WE DO THAT? Not me! I've seen a headless man in the basement, and I wasn't even looking for HIM!
DeleteYou let that entity know YOU are in charge! Clap back!
ReplyDeleteI'm not running away, but I'm not going to look for it, and I'm also not going to antagonize! The initial clap was only meant to antagonize The Pony.
DeleteWay back before I saw the headless man, the basement lights were acting all wonky. Like they were burned out, but would come on a few days later like nothing happened. Then go off when I was out in the TV area.
One night, I just had that FEELING. At the bottom of the stairs, getting ready to go up for the night, I looked at that light, and said, "Oh, don't even THINK about doing it now." And it WENT OFF! I don't issue challenges like that anymore, heh, heh.
How did I miss that you saw a headless man?
DeleteMy husband is always saying, "Where's my head? ", but I don't think he has ever been in your vicinity.
It was probably 8-10 years ago. I had turned off the lamp, and was walking to the stairs, and he just appeared in front of the table holding my DISH receiver, and either a VCR or DVD player back then! I even stepped sideways to avoid running into him.
DeleteHe had no head, but had an old-timey collar, small and circular, that stood up, and black buttons down his white shirt. I didn't notice if he had feet, but he was a full solid body without a head. With a black jacket, I think. He wasn't all shirt. I couldn't see any of the power lights on the electronics through him.
When I tried to look directly at him, for more details, he faded away.
The way I see it, you have two options:
ReplyDelete1. learn to live with it
2. make loud confrontational noises and hope "it" shows itself so at least you know what you are dealing with.
There is a third option: pack up and move to Australia, but somehow I can't see you doing that.
Are there "things" living in your roof and wall spaces?
I'll go with Option 1. We've been living with it for over 20 years already. It would cost too much to move all of Hick's "treasures" to Australia!
DeleteNothing living in our roof and wall spaces. Many years ago, we had two mice in the attic, but Hick murdered them and flushed them down the toilet. No signs of any "wildlife" in the house. The noises are not in the spaces, but in the living areas.
I'd be out of there!
ReplyDeletePack up your troubles (and your joys and everything else including the kitchen sink), and come on over here. We'll build a shed for you! Just to be clear, it's BRING YOUR OWN SINK.
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