Some of you may have read my entries about disappearing objects and already know that once I published it I had an experience of my own. Well, lets just say I was amused…but I’m beginning to less amused as time goes on.
A few weeks ago I was cleaning up after dinner and washed the table with a pink sponge. I turned around to wash the dishes and the sponge was gone. We looked everywhere for it. It wasn’t in the dining room it wasn’t in the kitchen…it wasn’t even in the garbage. I shrugged it off and took out a new sponge. To say I forgot about it wouldn’t exactly be the truth. I’ve had my eye open for it and had the nagging feeling in the back of my mind that it would turn up “some day”.
Yesterday, when I searched in one of the lower drawers in the kitchen for a pan, I was quite surprised to find the sponge tucked in the bottom underneath all the pans. All sorts of things ran through my head, but I kept silent
I thought maybe it was on the counter and the drawer was open. Maybe it fell into the drawer. Maybe someone put pans away on top it without noticing it. Well seeming that someone would be me and I’ve been watching for the sponge it seems highly unlikely that I would not notice it.
Today, my daughter walked into the dining room and announced Something weird is going on with the electronics in my room. She claims that the alarm on her cell phone went off even though the phone was turned off. Okay..so maybe she was half asleep and turned it off when it sounded and didn’t realize it. Then she proceeds to relay a story of watching a movie on the Internet and hearing a woman’s voice speak and then hearing static. She reviewed the movie and it wasn’t on the movie. Okay..so maybe somehow a vehicle drove by and a cell phone broadcasted over the Internet. No I don’t know the feasibility of that. Never heard of it happening, but at least its a possibility.
Then… she relays that yesterday her cell phone suddenly turned up missing. She couldn’t locate it anywhere until she looked under the bed. The phone was way out of reach resting underneath a large ceramic doll that she had under her bed… a good 4 or 5 feet from the window sill she leaves it on.
I can rationalize how it might get under her bed, but I really can’t think of an explanation for how it got under the doll.
I’m not sure I’m ready to send out the alarm that my house is haunted, but I am getting mighty leery of the unusual things that have happened here.