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Bumps in the Daytime

Posted 2016.06.21 11.27 in Spiritual by Stephanie

I haven’t been making note of weird goings-on here for a few years, but that’s not because the strange noises and things have stopped. It’s because it’s so commonplace I’m more or less used to it and it’s no longer noteworthy.

A Creepy DoorBut that means I don’t have much in the way of recent records or notes, for when people ask if anything spooky still happens around here.

So I’m making this note to remind me that there’s still creepy stuff going on, it just isn’t that creepy to me because I’m used to it.

The current thing for the past 2 or 3 weeks, is once or twice a day there’s a knock at the door. Not the front door. The door to the hall ‘closet’.

The hall closet is sort of a creepy door-to-nowhere. The closet is like 6″ deep. It’s a wierd pointless thing that is the remnant of one of the many wierd ways this house was built then changed over the past 140-odd years.

It is a skinny creepy looking door (with a lock) that opens to a pointless tall skinny ‘closet’ that’s not wide enough to hold linen and towels, without bunching them up.

Like so many architectural ‘features’ of this house, you don’t really think much about it till you actually stop and take a close look… and then you’re left with a profound sense of What the fuck were they thinking when they did this? or How in the world did this come to be?

The knocks are just a single rap, like knuckles on a wood door. And it happens during the day, not at night. Which I’m kind of glad about – everything is louder at night, and this knock sound is pretty loud during the day.

Less often, there’s a similar knock from the back of the house. I think it might be coming from the cellar door, but it might be the kitchen cupboards. Again, it’s the sound of knuckles on wood. It’s not daily though… once or twice a week maybe.

I don’t know if these knocks are someone wanting in, or someone wanting out, or just someone wanting attention.

It’s been going on for a few weeks though, randomly, so maybe it’s the ‘new thing’ for this summer.

For reference, the original part of the house was built in the 1860’s or 1870’s, and the ‘new addition’ was likely added in the 1940’s. This is most obvious in the cellar, the original cellar and foundation has the same footprint as the older part of the house; the ‘new’ cellar is… perplexing.

Edited to add: 3 minutes after I posted this, at 11:30am – Knock! Lol

Spooky Stuff

Posted 2012.07.15 6.53 in Pointless Blather, Spiritual by Stephanie

Do you ever have those dreams where you’re basically attacked by paranormal stuff? You know, where objects in your house are thrown at you, and stuff is moving all around you and you can’t tell what’s real and what isn’t?

I don’t really like those dreams.

This morning I was dreaming that stuff was being pulled off my walls, like pictures and stuff like that. It was floating in mid air, then came flying across the room at me. Then when I tried to grab my cats and go, I couldn’t tell which ones were mine as there were too many cats around and my eyes were blurry.

It got kind of intense so I woke up. Glad it was just a dream.

Went to the kitchen to make some coffee, and sitting in the middle of the kitchen floor, perfectly upright and unspilled, is a single jar of spice.

What. The. Fuck.

I keep most of my spices on the back of the stove, and the rest of them are all there untouched. There’s a neat little gap where this one used to be. It’s been taken off the back of the stove, and placed neatly in the middle of the kitchen floor. I don’t even see any spillage along the way.

Yes, it does cross my mind that one of the cats did it. Except they don’t go up on the kitchen counters any more. Well for sure Misha doesn’t. And Pixie – while I’m making coffee, she’s sitting in the livingroom, at the kitchen door, crying and won’t come into the kitchen.

Like she’s afraid to come into the kitchen, now she’s looking at me as if she wants to know if it’s safe.

So great, now I’m feeling a little uneasy. At least there’s coffee.

Avoiding the Dank

Posted 2011.05.14 11.31 in Pointless Blather, Uncategorized by Stephanie

It’s wrong, I know. So very wrong.

See, I’m getting these letters from the natural gas company, that basically amount to:

Y u no want me service your furnace? It’s freeeee….

And really, I don’t have anything against regular maintenance. Especially when it’s free (or already paid for via some other contract.) The furnace is an especially Valued and Important part of my thermostat project. So its continued and effecient function is something that should be of paramount importance.

Why then am I procrastinating about getting it serviced?┬áBecause that would mean accompanying the service tech down….into the cellar….

And what is wrong with the cellar, you ask? Well allow me to compile a brief list, quickly, off the top of my head:

  1. Cobwebs.
  2. Spiders.
  3. Creaky wobbly unsafe stairs.
  4. The Dank.
  5. Spiders.
  6. Bugs.
  7. Cobwebs.

And yes, that’s just a quick list. There are plenty more reasons to avoid the cellar. I won’t even go into the mysterious bumps in the night, the strangely appearing and disappearing mists, sudden chills, the lights that turned on and off by themselves, or the voices.

Or the fact that the last time I was down there with a service tech, all his flashlights burned out, one after another, till we were left almost completely in the dark.

If I could just point the guy to the cellar door and say Go through there, down the stairs, through the second doorway and the furnace is down there. It’s in the room with the furnace in it. then I would surely do that.

But the service techs are not fools. They know better than to venture alone into areas where the homeowner fears to tred.

And so I am stuck in a quandry. I want the furnace to be serviced. I do not want to go down there. I have to go down there to get the furnace serviced.

What I need is to find the Indiana Jones of the HVAC service world. He’d go down there alone, give the furnace a tune-up, and give The Dank a swift kick in the arse.

The Case of the Kitchen Cupboards

Posted 2009.11.08 0.37 in Spiritual by Stephanie

On many occasions, I’ve found my kitchen cupboards opened. Not all of them, not all the time, but frequently I find a couple of the cupboards have been opened.

I always blame Misha for this, since I have caught her a few times coming out of the kitchen cupboards. I know, it might be annoying, but it is also kind of cute and funny to see a cat emerge from a cupboard like that.

Anyhow, so this evening I was in the kitchen to make a coffee, and one of the cupboards started to open. It was one that I was standing right infront of, so it couldn’t open much before bumping into me. Without really thinking, I just nudged it shut with my knee but met with resistance – the cupboard pushed back and opened more.

I thought, oh it must be Misha coming out, so I looked down. No Misha. I looked around. No cat at all. The cats were both in the living room.

So something opened the cupboard while I was infront of it, bumped it into me, then when I tried to close it, there was resistance and it pushed my leg back out of the way so it could open.

I don’t know what it was – there was nothing, noone there.

Spooky.