Friday The Thirteenth

Okay. So I'm really not superstitious. I'm not. However, that's not to say that I don't believe in spirits we can't see. The holy spirit for one, but if the holy spirit can move in ways that you can feel or see, then whose to say that unholy spirits can't do the same? Who knows.

So you're wondering where I'm going with that, right? Let me just give you a little bit (okay....a BIG bit) of the story. And believe me, I'm not exaggerating.

This morning. 12:45am. All is quiet. We're all doing that little thing that most people do best at 12:45am.....catching some zzzz.

Then we are semi-awakened by the sounds of munchkin crying. We're laying there waiting to see if she is going to go back to sleep on her own, or if she's going to need to be checked on....but neither one of us wants to get up, since we're still pretty much still in unconscious-ville, so we lay there.....

Suddenly at the foot of the bed....CRASH BANG (imagine sounds of lots and lots of things collapsing into the floor as if dumped by a giant hand).

Both of us sit straight up in bed! At the same time. Did you just picture that? Yeah. If you didn't, go ahead. I'll wait. =) Another of those moments that I'd have absolutely loved to have on video. Two people coming from sleeping positions flying up out of the bed in unison....with the hair standing up on the backs of their necks.....yeah. Classic.

Okay anyways. So we're both sitting there and I had no sooner sat up then I hear this horrific crash, bang, objects sliding off my nightstand right beside me. WHAHHH??? So not only do I have this crazy loud thing crashing at the foot of the bed, but it's also beside me, so I'm feeling a bit surrounded.

This is the part where I screamed.

The scream that went like this: AIGHHHIHGHAHH....oooohhhhhhaaaaaa......AIIIGHHHHHHH!!!!!!!

(Please note that KC made fun of this in the aftermath of our little...ahem.....incident)

But let me explain what that scream was about.....

The first part was.......I'm gonna die, I'm gonna die.....
the middle part was......but if I scream like that, I'm gonna wake up munchkin so I better tone it down
the last part was.....oh well....she'll just have to wake up....I'm gonna have to scream anyways......we're dead, we're dead....

Okay after all that, we roll out of bed and flip on the lights....please note that not more than 45 seconds elapsed between the time we awoke and got the lights on....

Fat Cat is sitting in the hall and skinny cat is under the bed.

So what happened?

Well, we look at the foot of the bed, and the closet shelf, rack, and all that abode there-on....were no longer abiding in the normal closet position.....nope. All the above items were cascading out of the closet. What in the world?

Then I look at my nightstand. The majority of the items that were on it are now in the floor, and the heavy piece of pottery (and I do mean HEAVY) that held my spare change is split down the center and shards are all around it and it's all the way up against the wall. Weird.

Then I think....I better check to see if my screaming woke munchkin up.....so I go to peek in on her....the crying has stopped. She's sound asleep.

Are you creeped out yet? So let me sum this up for you: we wake to her crying, THEN the shelf falls (with absolutely NO warning...no previous history of sagging, nothing) the pottery on my nightstand splits in two, we fly out of bed and now the crying that woke us has stopped.

Okay and that's not even the worst of it. The only thing that ripped out of the wall from the shelf falling were the supports. All but one of the brackets that it RESTED in were completely intact. It looked like someone lifted the shelf UP and OUT of the brackets and then dropped it.

Yeah. So the next step after checking that out is to grab the baseball bat (KC did the honors, since I didn't have a screwdriver handy...LOL) and make sure the house is secure and that it wasn't like a human that trashed our closet. Everything locked up tight, no evidence of any other disturbance outside of our room.

We're chalking it up to the house settling. But only the part of the house that is in our bedroom closet. Who cares if that sounds a little absurd, we're going with that. LOL And the nightstand? That had to be my fatcat. The only thing I can figure is that he was sleeping at my feet, when the closet fell, he flipped out and made a flying six foot leap from a prone sleeping position straight to the nightstand where he wiped out the pottery, the vase, and swiped everything else off. Okay, so it doesn't fit too well that some things in the middle of things that were swiped off were left laying on the nightstand....like my cell phone.....not to mention that when the lights came on he was laying down out in the hall like he'd been there awhile, but that's the theory we're going with......it makes me feel better.

Talk about fear factor! That's some major adrenaline.

Oh, and when we finished checking out the house we went back to our room and fatcat was walking very slowly toward the closet with all the hair down his back sticking up. And another funny thing....when we woke up this morning Jango was sleeping on KC's side of the bed and he NEVER ever does that! LOL. Guess the sleep in his usual spot on my side must have scared him.

Then I got to work this morning and found out that this morning at 12:45 am....that would have made it Friday the 13th.

*picture me humming the twilight zone song* do do do do.....

And now for pictures of the disaster zone.....
(leave it to me....to stop and take pictures at 1am....hehehe)

EXHIBIT A: NIGHTSTAND

EXHIBIT B: CLOSET (FROM ONE SIDE)

EXHIBIT C: CLOSET (FROM OTHER SIDE)

So it is now 12:30am on Saturday the 14th. I'm wondering if it's safe to go to sleep. Guess we'll see.....

Later, ya'll!