I recently took a conceal to carry class at a local gun store. We were asked to arrive by 7:45 am and the class lasted all day long. The store is rather large and I have shopped there with my husband at least a half dozen times. He is a security professional and the store is only about 15 minutes from where we live.
Before that day I had only been in one half of the store - the retail side where guns are sold. I had not noticed that the other side of the store seemed to be a separate business at one time or other. It was on that side that the class took place and so did my experience. As I sat in the makeshift classroom, I noticed that the wall beside me had at one time been either a huge storefront window or a bay where trucks are cars could back in. As I looked at it, I could see that this "window" had been bricked up and painted a hideous aqua green. I don't know if this influenced what happened or not, but as strange as this sounds the bricked up wall made me uncomfortable.
We were encouraged to use the bathroom and get coffee before class started. There were two unisex bathrooms similar to those found in private residences - a commode, sink with vanity and mirror and a typical ceiling light. I used the bathroom on the right. I stood in front of the sink and turned on the tap but no water came out. I turned it off then on again - no water, but then strangely water began to trickle out of the tap. That lasted maybe 3 seconds before the water blasted out of the tap with so much force it splashed the sink top as well as my clothes. I dried my hands, shut the door and left.
At the two hour mark we took a break and I went into the same bathroom. I locked the door and lifted the commode lid. As I did so the overhead light flickered like someone was playing with the light switch. I thought it was strange but it didn't alarm me; however I made this trip very quick and left fast.
In front of the bathroom there was a tall bookcase against a wall. I had noticed it earlier in the morning. It was crammed with gun magazines, old reference books about weapons, packs of plastic cups, a few reams of copy paper - basically a "catch-all." We were dismissed for lunch so I picked up my purse and headed out of the classroom. As I stood up, I realized I hadn't zipped it so I continued to walk down the small passageway toward the bookcase. I had my head down holding my purse in one and zipping it with the other when I sensed something dark fly over my head! In a split second a huge old printer crashed maybe two feet in front of me and directly in front of the bathroom! It made a huge commotion and people came running to see what had happened. This printer didn't just fall off the bookcase - it flew with force as if invisible hands threw it in front of me. It struck the floor so hard broken pieces scattered everywhere.
The store employees wanted to know if I was hurt and I was happy to say that no I wasn't, but the scariest part of this was when the store employees told me they didn't know where the printer came from! None of them remembered the printer being on the bookcase and what was more alarming was that there was no empty place on any of the shelves where it would have sat. Where did it come from and why did it happen to me?