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!
"I don't like that."
"Didn't you hear me say a while ago, 'THAT was interesting.'"
"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?"
"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...
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.
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...