October has been a rough month for me since 2002. It was the month my son was born. For 20 years we celebrated Halloween together. Then in January of that year, he passed away. I only tell you this, because I think it has some baring on things that are going on. I believe a person's emotional state effects paranormal activity. And despite my attempts to be the happy, outgoing person I usually am, I border on depression during October. As long as I'm around others, I can squash it down, but when I'm alone - well, then the memories bushwhack me and I just get to missing him so much. Like I said, it gets rough for me, but this past October (2013) it got down right weird.
It started with little things, which I attributed to the same spirit as in my Coffee Time accounts. I was repairing some curtains for a friend and my thread went missing, only to reappear right on the end table where I left it. Then I could not find a large tube of basting glue that I KNEW was in my sewing basket - even though I took everything out and put it back in. This tube is about 6-7 inches long, 2 inches wide at the base, a bit hard to overlook. I settled for pinning the material instead, went to reach for the needle and thread, and it was gone again. I thought maybe I had absentmindedly placed it back in the basket. Opening the lid there was no thread but the tube of basting glue was right in the top of it. I took it out, shut the lid, and sighed about getting old. I turned to place the tube on the end table next to my chair and there was the thread - again.
Then there was the ceiling light. Earlier, I would find it on at the oddest times, but I debunked it. It seems that when in the off position, when my cat walks across the top of the sofa and happened to stretch right below the switch, he is just tall enough to knock it into the ON position. Only now it was doing the direct opposite, turning itself off - at the switch.
This sort of thing happened nearly daily - things missing just to show up again, the light flicking itself to off, my chair turning itself to be at an angle; nothing harmful or too crazy. Except for on the 26th around 2 in the afternoon.
I was sitting in my chair, watching some TV and decided I wanted to have some soda. I retrieved a bottle from the fridge, came back and sat it on the end table only to have it promptly fall over. I snatched it up and noticed the end table was slanted! The legs on one side were carefully balanced on the ledge of the glider's runners (the chair that keeps being moved to an angle). These runners are about 2 inches high with only about 1/8th of an inch thick 'edge'. I tried to replicate this and couldn't do it. But what really has me puzzling is NOTHING slid or fell off the table. Not the lamp, or my paper or pen. Not even my glasses. Only that darn soda bottle. The end table itself is fairly heavy being made of 2x4s, so I can't blame the cat, and my roommate was out.
I looked around the room, but except for a slight tingling sensation, I didn't pick up on anything. Out loud I said, "If you want my attention you've got it. Are you here?" Nothing, just the ticking of the clock and the murmur of the TV from the apartment downstairs.
27th: A small pile of things that have been missing are found on the end table. Things that have been gone long enough I figured they were lost for good. My roommate denies any knowledge. Maybe someone making amends for the spilt soda? Anyway after that things seem to have gone quiet again.
Well, ummm, thanks. However, if you want to be taken more seriously, I'd beef up my profile. "Aspiring film maker" tells me nothing. Are you studying film making? If so what school? What do you use the films for? Is it for a school project? Personal portfolio? I'm sure you get the idea.