The Pony's Brush With the Supernatural

You may recall that The Pony has been having issues with unexplained happenings around his college apartment, much as I have here at home. Like his recent window-shade-flipping, and the weird goings-on with his cell phone. I am not one to twirl my crazy temple finger at him. You're not a true believer until it happens to you.

Let the record show, for the purposes of what you're about to read, that The Pony has been letting his hair grow since he left for college in 2016. It's past his shoulders, and very curly. He got Hick's hair. Hick probably wants it back right about now.

Anyhoo... a couple Saturdays ago, we returned from CasinoPalooza 5. The following Friday night, I got a text from The Pony at 9:02 p.m.

"Wanna hear a creepy occurence?"

"Sure! I'm here in the basement by myself..."

"So, I have three hairbrushes. A small purple one I keep by the sink, a big purple one I keep in the shower, and a red one that I hadn't seen in months. The red one has a totally different grip compared to the purple ones. They even feel different on hair. I brushed my hair this morning, using the purple one. I went into the bathroom to grab my towel just now, and the red one was there. I literally haven't seen it in months. I thought I left it at home or lost it in one of the hotels last trip. But suddenly it's there where I always set them, and the big purple one is missing."

"Did you take it to CasinoPalooza 5? I remember hoping on the drive home that you didn't forget the brush I saw in the shower. I don't remember the color."

"The purple one was on the trip, but I repacked it. It was the first thing I got out when I came home. They're different shapes, too. Purple is oval, red is rectangle. That's why I stopped using it before I lost it."

"I know the one I saw in the shower was oval. FYI, your baby pacifier, the big brown one from the hospital, disappeared for several days right after we brought you home. We tore the house apart looking for it! Then one morning I opened the laundry room door to start a load, and your pacifier was laying in the middle of the floor. So mystery has followed you from birth..."

"Well then."

"And when you were a toddler in that little car bed, your covers would be pulled up and unwrinkled when I checked on you in the night. Like somebody made the bed with you in it. You used to say Grandpa came in your room at night to make sure everything was all right. You were only 6 weeks old when he died, but Genius had that picture of him in his room, and we had one in the hall outside your door."

"Found the brush! It was sitting in my bed. It was not there last night, and I didn't brush my hair in the bedroom."

"Your entity likes to be well-groomed! I was just in the NASCAR bathroom, and a box with a collector truck flew off the back of the toilet. It happens every few months or so, as they gradually slide over. But why NOW?"

"Ghosts."

Huh. I don't know what's going on around here or there. I've had a light over the pool table flickering for three nights. Hick said it was going out and he'd replace it, so tell him. Then it started working like normal again.

The Pony had his phone problem again Tuesday night. He sent me a text at 11:12.

"Phone did the creepy glitched audio of overlapping voices again. I shut it off, but it started with 'Warning. Warning. Warning.' Weird that before anything else started, it played that warning three times. It was from one of the ads it was trying to play."

"Well, your phone sent me that exact same text twice. Must be some kind of phone bug. I am not an expert."

Get your crazy temple twirly fingers ready! Maybe The Pony and I could make some and market them. Like the big foam #1 fingers...