This is a post that requires old-fashioned imagination. I didn't have the time or inclination to take pictures as I wrote it last night.
Well, it's not even Halloween and there have been creepy happenings around the house this week. I don't like walking into one of the bedrooms to find the ceiling fan chain swinging wildly back and forth as I'm looking around trying to figure out how it can be moving so fast, on its own.
I put my hands around the chain to make a circle to feel if the A/C register is blowing on it. Then, I watch it swinging and figure it's one of those things. Perhaps the fan brace that is in the attic has been impacted by wind blowing through the attic? Sounds good to me.
Then, I've heard sounds coming from the attic, as if someone was in there stomping around...it's probably another critter trying to find refuge where it can be found, but I don't like it. Sounds in the attic are ultra creepy.
If you are from the North, you probably deal with basement sounds. In the South, we have attics. Either one is not good when it comes in creepy-form.
Then, this evening, I'm cleaning the gameroom upstairs and going from the playroom to the gameroom to the playroom to the gameroom, both rooms located on the second story. I'm passing through the hallway upstairs to get from the playroom to the gameroom and there's nice large closet with deep shelves for storage located in this hallway. Yes, this house has AWESOME closet space with plenty of room for extra storage---there's my sale's line for the week to market this house. And no, I'm NOT a heavy walker because I don't like the sound of footsteps. Besides, my footsteps are not powerful enough to shake this house in the slightest, at least, I'd like to THINK that way!
Okay, going between these two rooms in cleaning mode, I stop to gather the trash sack from the far corner of the gameroom. The sack is in my hands, I'm tying it in a knot when I suddenly hear CRASH, BANG, BOOM from the hallway behind me!!! I glance backward, then slowly finish tying the trash sack into a knot while on auto-pilot.
Initially, I thought I'd pretend that I didn't even hear the sound. Sometimes, that works well. I don't get scared easily, but this crash was loud. In fact, as I'm trying to go about my household business upstairs and trying to pretend to hear nothing...enjoying my peaceful existence while cleaning, I now hear Deputy Dave yell from downstairs, "What was THAT?"
Augh! I look over to the hallway. I'm about 20-25 feet from the crash impact. Automatically, I yell, "It's nothing!" I don't want him to come upstairs to start inspecting when I am fine and I can handle it on my own.
However, he persists in wanting to know, "What WAS that?"
Now I must go to the closet. But, I know it's nothing important because the closet only has books and games and decks of cards...boring, non-breakable things that are nothing to be concerned about, so I yell down to him, "It's nothing! Something just fell in the closet, no biggie!"
Augh! At least he was satisfied and stopped asking what had fallen.
I just want to clean the gameroom! But you know how that gnawing feeling is deep in your gut when you've GOT to find out what has happened...well...the gnawing was present, I had to investigate, so I dropped off the trash sack next to the stairway banister on my way to the hall closet.
Yep, my brave self goes to the closet. To the closet I go. Carefully, I open the door because something might have fallen from the top shelf and be stuck between the door and the shelving, UNTIL I open the door and catch it on my pumpkin head. Yes, being over 40 teaches you wise lessons.
Slowly I open the door to find a good-sized book lying on its side. As I open the door fully, the book tumbles onto its side, out of the closet to plop open at my feet. Really? I guess the door wasn't there for it to lean against any longer. Well, that sounds good to me.
From the position the book had been laying, on an upper shelf, it did fall about five feet onto hardwood flooring within the closet itself, so it's understandable that it made a loud noise upon impact. And everyone knows that anything that falls on the second story, especially with hardwood floors, will cause a resonating sound to take place.
I look up at the shelves. There's no way this book could've fallen on its own. The books are all positioned in a manner that is non-falling. Books are not positioned on the edge. The shelving is deep and adequate to prevent toppling-prone books from taking the plunge.
I reach down to pick up the book that is now blocking the closet door from being able to be closed...and I AM CLEANING, so I grab the darn book and have to let out a little gasp because this particular book belongs to Stefie and was purchased from the Christian bookstore last year. It's title is, "Preparing for Marriage."
Geez, of ALL books! Why couldn't the crashing book have been the title NEXT to the one that fell? That one is, "The Road Less Traveled". I'd prefer it had been that book to decide to leap off the shelf. How about the James Patterson book above it? Any other book would've been nice.
Is this a sign? If so, who is it intended for? Just because it lands at MY feet, what does that mean? Perhaps it means a person should read these kinds of books BEFORE they get married? I kind of giggled to myself at all the thoughts rolling around in the spare space that is called my brain.
For a brief second, I take a leery glance at all the shelves. I look up at ALL THE BOOKS ON THE SHELVES, as if I feel rebellious and I put it back on the shelf. Then, I do a double-take to make sure it is snug in its spot. Same as it was before the fall.
I don't like it.
Stefie, Why couldn't you have taken your book along with all the furniture to your new apartment? That book has come to life in my closet, Not funny. Quit laughing, I said it wasn't funny.
Heather, you better not be laughing either. Even though we've already had one creepy episode with this closet and the beads...another story for another time...the book is a different story. Maybe I'm supposed to mail the book to you...after all...you're about to get married! Let the book hop around in your closet!
Closet, the next time, I want you to throw something like "Fifty Shades of Gray" at me. Then, I can be creeped out and amused while trying to figure THAT one out!