If you have been reading some of my stories, then you know that I have been seeing some activity in my tiny upper apartment. Until now these events have been more of a WTH status then anything. No harm no foul as my brother use to say. But on Saturday, May 17th, there was an event that has me, well, slightly unnerved.
I'd been out shopping with an elderly friend to pick up artificial flowers to place on graves come Memorial day. To my surprise and pleasure she treated me to two bouquets for my apartment. I put one in my bedroom and placed the other in an oriental vase that had been my dad's, in the living room on top of the curio cabinet. To one side stood a Japanese doll music box, and directly in front of it stood a rather large candle in a glass that stands about 6 inches tall, and a two inch plastic wedding-bubbles bottle. That was around 2 pm. I proceeded to go about my day. The roommate came home around 5:30 or 6 pm and we were seated in the living room talking. I was in my chair facing looking left at him, seated on the sofa facing the curio.
Time passes as we figure out what we want for dinner and what to watch on TV until about 7:30 when a large crash had us both staring at the curio cabinet. Perhaps two feet in front of it lay the vase and flowers. My mouth fell open and I said something like, "What the heck just happened?" While he sat, visibly pale, stating he didn't know - but the vase had just 'jumped off' the curio.
I got up and picked up the flowers and vase pieces. Thankfully only two pieces of lip had broken off the vase and it could easily be glued back together. Only one piece, about the size of a dime is still no where to be found. Neither the candle nor bubble-bottle had moved at all. I might note neither had any thing else sitting on top of the curio or inside the case. My initial though was perhaps the bouquet had made the vase top heavy toppling it over. But if that was the case, it would have hit the items sitting in front of it or dragged the doll with. Everything else had not been touched only the vase and flowers.
I stood staring at the curio cabinet, running scenarios through my head when all I can describe as a cob-web feeling ran up and down my arm as if rubbing it. I felt no fear but a sense of regret. Perhaps what ever had thrown the vase to the floor was sorry for its action now. What do you guys make of this?