This story takes place in my home town Hemet, CA. It happened this year, this month actually. On October 19, 2015. It wasn't anything very remarkable, I was sitting down in a chair watching TV in my room when one of my purses came down from the top of my closet and hit me in the head. I do not have doors on my closet I took them off and actually put my TV inside of it. With plenty of room for my clothes as well. It's a big closet, it spans the length of my bedroom.
Well, at first I thought maybe my cat had gotten up there and knocked it down. (She does that often.) But I looked and she was sound asleep in her bed. So then I thought maybe it just fell on its own, but it couldn't have it was aimed right at me. If it fell it would have fallen straight down, and it wouldn't have fallen with such force.
The thing that makes this story even stranger is that this same thing happened to me 6 years ago in this same house, in the same room! It's my grandmother's house, she has owned it since I was a small child.
What happened 6 years ago was this, I was sitting on the floor and my cat was walking by and I made a quick little movement toward her to scare her (I realize how bratty that was to do) but I would never hurt her, I was just joking. It is pretty funny to see her jump 3 ft in the air over me sighing or something like that. Anyway when I did that she jumped of course, but then a picture frame flew off the wall at me. It didn't hit me, it hit my bed post before it reached me (because I was sitting on the ground next to the bed). And again if it had just fallen it would have fallen straight down, not at me sitting across the room.
The only person that I know of that died in her house was the woman who left her the house. I don't remember her name but it was my grandmother's AA sponsor. Apparently my grandma was the only family this woman had so she left her a house. Now this woman wouldn't have done that if she didn't love my grandma.
I thought maybe she didn't like me spooking the cat like that, so she would see how I liked being scared. But I did learn my lesson I never scared my cat again (intentionally). Not sure what I did to deserve the purse to the face this time. Your thoughts?