When Poltergeists Get In The Way Of Blogging
Yes, I know, among forward thinking, modern bloggers and tweeters who write and share amazing, passionate posts about realities – life struggles, parenting, marriage, careers, physical wellness, entrepreneurial goals – publishing a post about having a ghost can be considered a bit odd, as in strap that crazy chic onto a gurney and roll her behind into a padded room kinda odd.
But, it’s an experience, one that I want to share, now, while the only shadows to be found are caused by the bright sun shining through our windows.
True, this “incident” occurred during the day, but I keep the shades down in that little room. I’ve always liked writing in the semi dark. I’ve always worked on graphics in the dark. Just me and my mac. Nothing to distract me.
I’m sitting at my desk, in my little home office, my safe harbor from the tots when they’re sugared up and from the teens when they’re arguing. Truth be told, during the day I don’t usually get to enjoy the quietness, the calm of that little room, because I’m usually chasing after sugared up tots and telling grouchy teens to “let it go” or to “get over it”, but it’s nice to know that safe haven is there. Anyhow, I’m at my desk, a rare opportunity during the day, I’ve just answered some emails and forwarded some Viagra spam to my ex-husband, cause, well, ya know, and I stand and turn from the desk to walk out the room. There’s a loud pop, I think a crash and a cracking sound – I’d have to say they happened simultaneously – and I turn back to the desk. A Christmas Angel that Sabrina gave me one Christmas many years ago, lies shattered on my desktop. Nothing but pieces of glittered porcelain and a set of broken wings, chipped but still intact. Then I look up at the monitor, and bloody horror of horrors, the LCD is cracked. A spiderweb leading to a black sunken in area, off-centered, towards the right side of the screen. I look at the ornament again, then at the spot it once sat, on a shelf on the right side of my desk. No. There is no bloody way that ornament could hit the screen. Not from where it was. I decide to unplug the monitor. I can’t tell you how many things I have plugged into the surge protector. As I’m following what I think is the right power cord, from the surge protector to what I hope will be the monitor, I’m wondering if it was a power surge that busted my LCD. If the vibration caused the ornament to fall. I switch power cords, following another to its source, thinking, when I was employed, I remember bitching about not plugging the LCDs into surge protectors (or UPS). LCDs must be plugged directly into the wall outlet to avoid possible power surges that could harm the LCD. And then at home I do the same bloody thing I preached about not doing. I’m almost at the source, and I’m about to say Yay Me!, when this loud static starts from the speakers. I get goosebumps along my arms and a prickling up my neck. I yank the power cord out of the back of the monitor and do what any tech savvy, imaging specialist with 10+ years of experience troubleshooting imaging devices (monitors, proofers, printers, etc) would do in this situation. I haul ass. I slam the door. I stand in front of it, protecting my kids from whatever may come out of that room.
It felt like forever, but probably only moments had passed. I could hear the tots in the next room with my mom. The teens weren’t home from school yet. I slide down the door to sit on the floor. I call hubby. I tell him the whole story. The goosebumps are back. There’s a tingling up my spine. I keep expecting something to thump against the door, fighting it’s way out.
“What?” Has he lost his blasted mind? Was he even listening?
“Remember the baby monitor? The radio use to pick up static and dispatch from the local car service.”
Oh fuck a duck, I’m an idiot.
I mean really, a ghost? What the hell was I thinking? What would you think?
Also, did I mention before this incident, there’s been a few others? And, AND, there’s the ongoing knock.
TV channels have changed on their own. iTunes has played music on it’s own. My purse went missing for a week and then reappeared on my bed, nothing missing, when only I was home. And then, there’s a knock. If you’re in the kitchen between 2 am and 4am, you may hear knocking coming from the wall. Hubby and I have both investigated and can’t find the cause. The wall is pretty thin and on the other side is the bathroom. When I first started complaining they all thought I was padded room crazy. Then eventually, they heard it for themselves.
Soooo, whatcha think?
By the way, writing this from my new iTouch via BlogPress. I’m not sitting in that room alone and writing this. Started this post this morning, typed throughout the day when the rugrats were busy.
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