posted on Sep, 16 2009 @ 04:15 PM
First off, I'll tell you that my wife and I live in a 100-year-old Craftsman Style home in the Appalachians, have lived here for 5 years with no
problems. Okay, a leaky roof now and then, but nothing major.
Recently, my mother announced that she was coming to visit us — in fact, she'll be here tomorrow — sending us into a crash-cleaning spree. So,
we're airing the place out, dusting things off, getting rid of a few things to make closet space.
So, beneath the stairs I discovered an old, old set of cross-country skis and poles, which were just taking up space. I figured they belonged
to a previous owner. I gathered them together and started to take them to the basement and SMASH, my soft drink — which was 20 feet away in
the kitchen — came off the counter and splattered all over the floor.
I yelled at my wife, asking if she'd done it, but she answered me from upstairs. So, nobody was in the kitchen, and my drink just committed
That was annoying enough, but when I grabbed the knob of the basement door, the door came off of its hinges.
Truly dumbfounded, I examined the hinges and found that one of the hinge-pins was missing... See, this is not possible. We come and go
through the basement door many times every day. The hinges are solid. But now one of the hinge pins was missing. I searched the floor thoroughly
— no hinge pin. It just evaporated, right?
So now I'm carrying these skis and ski poles downstairs into the basement and CRASH, a heavy 12-volt battery charger that was sitting in the
middle of my work table somehow falls off the table down in the basement while I'm still on the stairs.
What. The Hell. Is Going On?
If I didn't think I knew better, I'd say somebody doesn't want me jacking around with his (or her) cross-country skis.
Does any of this sound familiar to the ghost-hunter types out there? Especially the part about the suddenly missing hinge pin?
— Doc Velocity
[edit on 9/16/2009 by Doc Velocity]