posted on May, 12 2004 @ 11:35 PM
Now this situation had me bewildered for a long time. It still does. But I've figured out a few things since then.
It was after the coffee table incident on St. Valentines Day 2000. It wasn't long after that when I was in bed sleeping and so was my
mate-date-friend. Sleeping.
I woke up in the morning and walked out into the dining room area and just about freaked! The dining room table had a bunch of knives on it all in a
pile, in the middle of the table, that looked like the star in that movie "Independence Day" when Will Smith was flying that craft through that
star-formation hole which was like say, a modern day type of star. Abstract art. These knives were in a similar position and I thought of that movie
in particular when I saw this mess on my table.
I NEVER prepared food on that table. Nor left anything on it after it was done being used for dinner! And now, there were these knives on my table!
The night before, I had made some toasted sandwiches for me and my mate, using a butter knife, and another knife to cut tomato with. I did this in the
kitchen as I had always done previously. I left them in the sink with the plates that we had used, intending to clean up in the morning when I made
breakfast. Well this morning that I had got up, those knives plus a few others were on my dining room table and it freaked me out.
I walked angrily into the bedroom and shook that mate there of mine awake and started badgering him about why those knives are on my dining-room
table! He woke up saying "what? what?" And I repeated myself asking him did he put those dirty knives on my dining room table? He said "what
knives?" And then, "I didn't put any knives anywhere, I don't know what you're talking about ."
Well I thought for sure he is lying and must be playing some kind of prank. Then I got to thinking, why WOULD he put those knives on the table. When
we were both sleeping, and I hadn't noticed or felt him leave the bed that night. So I let him off the hook for the time being...grabbed my art book
and pencil and sketched the formation of the knives into the book because at that time I didn't have a camera. And I didn't want to forget that
scene. So I recorded it the best way I knew how. Then I removed them and washed up. And since I lived in that place, I had never had THAT occurrence
happen again.
Who else had a similar experience such as this strange situation happen in their lives?
[Edited on 5/15/2004 by SamaraMorgueAnn]