Wth Case Files 2

A bit of background; I live in an old Victorian house, circa 1875. Obviously, being over a century old a good many have lived and died here.

I would not go as far as to say it's haunted, but we do seem to get quite a few otherworldly visitors; random spirits passing through, the occasional relative stopping by to say 'hi'. But far and away are what I call the WTH files. Those happenings that leave you scratching your head, and feeling very perplexed as to the why and how of it. We seem to get those quite often both in my apartment and the downstairs apartment, and occasionally the basement.

WTH files, though very strange and sometimes unnerving generally are not 'story' length. But, I've taken to compiling them, because simply put, someone else might have an explanation, or, if they've had a similar experience will know it's not just them.

Not really a WTH File but an actual sighting

I was having a lie down. One of my guilty pleasures. Not sleeping, just allowing myself to drift within my own thoughts. When that tingling, as if I'd walked through a spiderweb started and the most intense feeling of being stared at engulfed me. My eyes snapped open, and squatted by my bed so that his face was even with mine, was a man! My guess is he was 25 or so years old. He wore a blue fisherman's weave sweater, and one of those 'newsboy' caps. He was Caucasian with a ruddy complexion, and blondish hair. I don't remember the color of his eyes, except they were kind, and looked a bit confused at seeing me. In a very British accent he asked me, "May I help you, Mum?" And just that quick was gone.

Except for being initially startled by him, I didn't feel threatened or anything bad. But I have wondered, if maybe on another plane of existence he was confused at finding me in HIS bed? I mean, could you imagine? There you are, say stowing stuff under your bed and as you start to get up, there's someone unknown in your bed? Not sure I would have been as polite as he was...

Now for some WTH moments:

In the kitchen

I have the usual double basin kitchen sink, and one day I found half of a tiny dress shirt button sitting on the dividing space. It's the sort one would call a collar button, but only half. I don't own any dress shirts with buttons like that, and I certainly wouldn't have left it on the sink.

Perhaps a week later, I was smelling something 'funky' in the kitchen. A kind of cloying sweet smell. I finally tracked it to the cabinet above the stove. I pulled over my stepstool and climbed up, as I can barely reach the lower shelf. Given that, I don't really keep anything in that cabinet but often used spices on the lowest shelf. On the second shelf, right in the middle, was a puddle of what I can only describe as black goo. It was sticky, and reminded me of thick molasses in texture. Only I haven't had molasses in years. Important: it was the ONLY thing on that shelf, and the shelf above that is empty. I didn't see any signs of drippage, like from the ceiling, or on the cabinet walls so not a leak or mold of some kind. Except for this black goo the unit was clean. Absolutely no idea...

The Living Room

The appearance of a hollow yellow plastic ball for cats. About Ping-Pong ball size. Just showed up one day. The fact that it moves around from room to room, I'm blaming on my cat. And before any of you think "well, there you go. Cat brought it in," Kirb is a strictly indoors cat. He's old and has no interest in even going down stairs to sit on the porch with me.

A flowery scent like Jasmine, that lasts only a moment or two.

The smell of cherry pipe tobacco. This one lasts longer - sometimes five minutes or a bit more, others just a whiff or two.

The rearranging of my books. I have a stack of 18 or so books whose covers I designed for various authors, and I keep waffling between displaying them and just shelving them. In the meantime they just sit in a stack on the end table. Every now and then, the book on top changes. Interestingly enough, books on shelves seem to be left alone.

I figure as long as I'm not feeling threatened, the random visits and oddness is okay. Just reminders there's more to life than this life.