Anyone who knows me is aware that I love a good ghost story. I can also tell a good ghost story; simply ask some of my former students who heard one of my stories and suffered nightmares afterwards (I once told a story five years ago...those same students still come up to me today and ask if it was true). I suppose I inherited that trait from my Dad, who can also spin a good yarn. But I digress.
Usually, I'm not much for television. I find the typical shows vapid and meaningless, and I would much rather read a book. But occasionally I do enjoy relaxing in front of the tube, and invariably the shows that capture my interest involve the paranormal. My favorite show in this genre has to be Ghost Hunters, simply because they take a very skeptical approach to their investigations. I personally believe far to many "paranormal" events are simply misunderstood natural occurrences. So whenever something happens that is out of the ordinary, I don't automatically jump to the conclusion that it is the work of the dearly departed. However, last night something occurred that I cannot explain. Perhaps someone who reads this can help.
I am the first one up in the morning. After I woke up, I headed to the kitchen to start a load of laundry. But when I entered the kitchen, something very strange awaited me.
Every, and I mean every, cabinet door was open. On the floor in front of the bottom cabinets, a pyramid had been formed from various can goods. There were four on the bottom, three on the next level, and so on. They were neatly stacked with the labels all turned in the same direction.
But that's not all.
On the counter tops, three glasses had been placed in perfect alignment, side by side, with the patterns on the glasses also turned the same direction.
My first thought upon viewing this rather remarkable display was that my son, Gryffin, had been playing in the kitchen during the night (he has stacked things before). However, I quickly realized this could not be the case since Gryffin was still sound asleep....and while he could reach the bottom counters, he can not reach the top cabinets where the glasses are kept.
I also briefly suspected the cats, who can open the cabinets. But how would they stack the items so neatly?
My husband swears he did not do it, and I believe him. He simply doesn't have that much imagination (sorry hon, but its true).
So that is my strange happening. Perhaps we will be featured on Ghost Hunters someday in the future!
A Day with Dane
12 years ago
