Thought I had a home intruder last night.
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I woke with a start.
Across the room, the bathroom was lit with the dim-glow of the single bulb over the shower. My rational brain immediately took over, of course, and assumed my wife had simply gone in there.
But she hand't. She was still there next to me, fast asleep.
Again, a logical answer: She got up before, and left the light on earlier.
Click. I hear the switch turn over and the light goes out.
My dog beside the bed let out a low growl and approached the bathroom. Head slunk, ears pointed forward. I reached under the bed for my mossberg,* and immediately remembered I had it sitting disassembled in the front room. Crap.
I slowly and quietly crawled out of bed, staying low so the traces of moonlight wouldn't give me away. I looked into the bathroom, and didn't see any movement. I clicked the light on, and checked the toilet closet, one hand high to my collar bone, ready to strike if needed. Nothing.
I opened the door to the closet and... Nothing.
The dog sniffed around the floor and went into the hall. I followed a few feet behind. He stopped growling, but he was pacing slowly, hunting. I've never seen this body-language before. He looked like a sleek black wolf, tracing through the hallway.
I checked the other bathroom. The bedrooms. The office.
The dog turned to the kitchen and resumed his growl. I peeked around the corner, and saw nothing. I entered the room and checked every cranny. I checked the great room, and my mossberg still lay on the coffee table in its disassembled state.
Back through the house I went, checking every deadbolt. Every window. Everything was locked.
I called the dog to come back to bed, and chalked it up as an anomaly, but he wouldn't come. He sat down, facing the entrance to the kitchen and wouldn't budge, so I left him.
I found him sleeping there this morning in the doorway.
Still unsure what the hell happened. I checked the switch, and all the electricals are good.
I really don't like unexplained stuff.
*For non-Americans with delicate sensibilities, just pretend this means boquet of daisies.
Across the room, the bathroom was lit with the dim-glow of the single bulb over the shower. My rational brain immediately took over, of course, and assumed my wife had simply gone in there.
But she hand't. She was still there next to me, fast asleep.
Again, a logical answer: She got up before, and left the light on earlier.
Click. I hear the switch turn over and the light goes out.
My dog beside the bed let out a low growl and approached the bathroom. Head slunk, ears pointed forward. I reached under the bed for my mossberg,* and immediately remembered I had it sitting disassembled in the front room. Crap.
I slowly and quietly crawled out of bed, staying low so the traces of moonlight wouldn't give me away. I looked into the bathroom, and didn't see any movement. I clicked the light on, and checked the toilet closet, one hand high to my collar bone, ready to strike if needed. Nothing.
I opened the door to the closet and... Nothing.
The dog sniffed around the floor and went into the hall. I followed a few feet behind. He stopped growling, but he was pacing slowly, hunting. I've never seen this body-language before. He looked like a sleek black wolf, tracing through the hallway.
I checked the other bathroom. The bedrooms. The office.
The dog turned to the kitchen and resumed his growl. I peeked around the corner, and saw nothing. I entered the room and checked every cranny. I checked the great room, and my mossberg still lay on the coffee table in its disassembled state.
Back through the house I went, checking every deadbolt. Every window. Everything was locked.
I called the dog to come back to bed, and chalked it up as an anomaly, but he wouldn't come. He sat down, facing the entrance to the kitchen and wouldn't budge, so I left him.
I found him sleeping there this morning in the doorway.
Still unsure what the hell happened. I checked the switch, and all the electricals are good.
I really don't like unexplained stuff.
*For non-Americans with delicate sensibilities, just pretend this means boquet of daisies.
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You can't shoot ghosts you know...0
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You can't shoot ghosts you know...
Next time I'll go for a vacuum cleaner.0 -
You can't shoot ghosts you know...
Well, you could try, but I'm pretty sure you'd ruin the walls/doors/windows.0 -
You can't shoot ghosts you know...
Next time I'll go for a vacuum cleaner.
Amateur. Everyone knows that only salt and/or iron can keep the ghosts away.0 -
Sounds like someone has a haunted bathroom....0
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Maybe you did. One only your dog could see...0
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You can't shoot ghosts you know...
Next time I'll go for a vacuum cleaner.
Amateur. Everyone knows that only salt and/or iron can keep the ghosts away.
Hmmm. I only cook in cast iron. And I get 5000+mg of sodium a day, so I'm like, a one-man anti-ghost machine.0 -
Did you do all this without waking the wife?
Glad you had your dog!0 -
You can't shoot ghosts you know...
Next time I'll go for a vacuum cleaner.
Amateur. Everyone knows that only salt and/or iron can keep the ghosts away.
Hmmm. I only cook in cast iron. And I get 5000+mg of sodium a day, so I'm like, a one-man anti-ghost machine.
Good, next time just punch it in the face.0 -
Sounds like someone has a haunted bathroom....
It does smell like something died in there. Fairly often.Did you do all this without waking the wife?
Glad you had your dog!
Yep!
Good, next time just punch it in the face.
That's probably the best bet, since I don't know if it's a boy ghost or a gril ghost, and I don't want participate in ectosexism.0 -
You never know! Because your dog reacted, something was definitely going on. Make sure you don't go to bed without your trusty partner again!0
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Vampires?
Try hanging some garlic on the windowsill.0 -
Smudging (with sage), Cleaning, Salt (for the difficult places), and then invite it into the white light.
Seriously though as this never happened before?
Edited because I suck at typing.0 -
Vampires?
Try hanging some garlic on the windowsill.
Vampires cannot enter unless invited inside.
You people clearly never watched Buffy.0 -
If it is at evening/night when he does that, birds do get "night fright", which is normal.Animals can see ghosts.....my yellow crested cockatoo scares the *kitten* out of me when he gets spooked and sits there looking at nothing....... I am always home alone when this happens......0 -
Vampires?
Try hanging some garlic on the windowsill.
Vampires cannot enter unless invited inside.
You people clearly never watched Buffy.
or true blood lol0 -
Smudging (with sage), Cleaning, Salt (for the difficult places), and then invite it into the white light.
Seriously though as this never happened before?
Edited because I suck at typing.
Nope. nothing like it has happened before.
I've reassembled my bouquet of daisies, just in case.
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I would be soooo spooked out. Do you own an old house?
And you are right, us non-americans arn't allowed daisys without a licence and in a locked cabinet.0 -
I would be soooo spooked out. Do you own an old house?
And you are right, us non-americans arn't allowed daisys without a licence and in a locked cabinet.
Built in 2001.
It's a bit of a pain to get semi-automatic and hand-held flowers. But 12 gauge bouquets aren't restricted much.0
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