Sunday, October 23, 2011

It's Baaaaaaaack!

Our ghost is back.

What's that you say? There's no such thing as ghosts?

Pish posh on you. We have one. Or...SOMEthing.

Shall I lay out the proof for you?

1. I splurge on soap. I love Bath and Body's foam soaps. Over the summer, I was in the store and saw a huge sale, so I capitalized on it, since I will use it all. One item I obtained was a Halloween themed bottle that has a trigger button on the bottom. Every time the pump is depressed, a green light flashes and a wicked laugh issues from the bottle. I love it. It makes me smile. Unfortunately, the button is quite sensitive, and when I am playing with Syd, or doing the dishes, the bottle sometimes goes off without anyone touching it. It still makes me smile.

Last weekend, at 2 in the morning, with Syd sound asleep in his crib, hubby snoring softly next to me, and both cats curled up on the bed between us, the bottle went off. And off. And off. So much so that the laugh incorporated itself in to my dreams. When I finally awoke enough to determine what that noise was, it was still going and did not stop until I went in the kitchen and turned the bottle on its side.


Big whoop, you say. There was a big truck outside rumbling along. Or we had another earthquake. Or a pipe burst somewhere in the city. But think about it - it went off long enough to not only get in to my dreams, but to keep going until I woke up and went in to the kitchen. This is no truck rumbling along outside, or 30 second earthquake. It had to be our ghost.


2. Steve has been missing a watch for almost a year. It is one of his favorites, and he made the mistake of letting Syd play with it. We've conducted whole-house searches for this watch several times, looking in crooks and crannies, and places where little fingers can reach but ours can't. We've gotten down on Syd's level, pulled the sofa-bed out of the couch, turned everything upside down to find this. It was gone. I told him we'd find it (along with one of his wedding bands - yes, we have several - I married a man who wears more jewelry than me) when we finally pack up and move out, 30 years down the road.


We went, as a family, to the conference I had to attend this summer. That means that we used nearly every piece of luggage we own - one for us, one for Syd's clothes and diapers, one for toys, etc. We store the luggage in "Daddy's room" in the basement. When we put the luggage away, it all fits, one inside the next, like nesting dolls. Steve went downstairs last night to check on a virus-scan on the computer and saw that the suitcases were disturbed. He pulled them out to fix them, thinking the cats were playing too hard, and saw it was unzipped. Inside, laying as prettily as can be, was his watch and a tube of lotion that is kept under our bathroom sink with baby-proofing on the cabinet doors.


It has been only 3 months since we used the luggage.


Now, it is possible, though unlikely, that the cats disturbed the luggage enough to force them to fall. It is HIGHLY unlikely that they unzipped the luggage; and it cannot be possible at all for them to have found the watch, unzipped the luggage, and put the watch inside. And how did they get to the baby-proofed lotion in the bathroom?


We have a friendly ghost, or spirit, or imp, or elf, or something. But we have something. And it's full of tricks, which we find rather incredulous at times, but nonetheless, quite entertaining!

3 comments:

  1. I think you're just a crazy woman who needs more sleep. ;)

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  2. 1. Skeptic's verdict: Not a ghost.
    I had a talking/giggling Spongebob Squarepants soap pump that did the same thing. If it's wired like mine, there's a tiny metal plate on the tube for the pump that, when pushed down, connects two contacts in the stationary part of the pump and completes the circuit to make the noise. If the circuit doesn't break, it'll keep giggling at you and singing the Krusty Krab pizza song until the batteries die. You either have soap stuck in the pump that's connecting the terminals or the spring that keeps the pump raised has lost its tension.

    2. Skeptic's verdict: Inconclusive.
    You have a smart (read: dastardly), male (read: mischievous by default), two-year-old (read: conniving, no matter how angelic) child. This almost certainly accounts for the watch in the suitcase... however, the addition of the lotion could possibly be evidence for a ghost who enjoys "petting the penguin" to shiny objects. Check Roanoke.com's obituary backlog for millionaires who may have passed away around the time these "hauntings" began.

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  3. Spooky! My Steve used to be convinced our house was haunted by a ghost cat... which will most certainly be the topic of my next blog. It is October afterall.

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