Strange things used to happen around our house. Often. For the past couple years, the unexplained noises and occasional jab in the neck and toiletries shooting across the bathroom have pretty much stopped. I suppose our lives are too boring for the paranormals to hang around.
Sunday morning, Hick left for his SUS2.5 shortly after 6:00. I gave The Pony a wakeup call at 7:00. Then I sat on the couch, planning to snooze a bit until 8:30, when I would get ready for town. I would be picking up The Pony to shop for a couple items, then come back home to listen to an album release online.
During my couch time, I heard what I thought was booming bass from a passing vehicle. Or maybe somebody with a tractor blading the gravel road. Just an unusual noise that got my attention enough to mute the TV and try to figure out what it was. Also, my little dog Jack had a bout of scrabbling his claws on the front porch in a cartoonish hurry to chase something. Which was shortly after a spate of barking that was more urgent than his bark at our unwanted new possum visitor.
I didn't really fret about it. This was something that doesn't happen every day. But we live in the country. People are gonna make noise with vehicles, and dogs are gonna bark.
At 9:30, I started out to the garage. I was greeted by a strange sight:
What in the NOT-HEAVEN!!! It was Hick's fake Irish Setter. He also has a fake Scottie, and a fake Basset Hound. This Irish Setter usually sits on the porch at the top of the steps, to my right.
As an old Val who is unsteady on her knees, this was an unwanted obstacle. I get down these steps sideways, one leg at a time, while holding onto the rail with both hands. This fake dog was right in my way. I'd have to stop and lean over to grab it. But there was no other way to get to the garage, save going back through the house, out the front, down those steps, and navigating a large "L" shape of that uneven brick sidewalk.
Of course I started rassen-frassen whoever put this obstacle in my way. I couldn't imagine Hick doing so. Even though he has many creative nontraceable ways to try to kill me, I didn't think this was one. I managed to move the dog back to the porch. While in town, waiting for The Pony to come out, I sent Hick a text and the picture.
"Did you put the dog on the steps?"
"Nope."
"How? It didn't fall like that! Were any of your people out here?"
"I have no idea and no one that I know has been out there."
This is really creepy. I don't for an instant think something paranormal moved this fake dog. I could imagine giant squirrels chasing each other, and knocking it off the porch. I CANNOT imagine this fake dog falling just right, to be sitting there on the bottom step in my way.
I think somebody was here. WHY? There was no knock. And why be around on the side porch? If they were snooping to break in, I should have heard them walking on the porch. Or if they were tippy-toeing, going around back to look in the kitchen windows, and saw and/or heard the TV... surely they would have left no evidence of being there as they crept away.
This is creepy, and I don't like it! I want an explanation. A prank, perhaps, by one of Hick's buddies, who might have stopped by and seen that his truck was gone.
That's the best possible scenario that I can imagine.
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