The weather has been a bit awful of late. Actually, one could say it’s been a bit awful for most of the year so far, but I’m not one to say that. Just of late.
Yesterday, it seemed to go dark at about three thirty in the afternoon. Twilight started to settle in at around 10am. Not that I’m complaining, as I have a particular fondness to twilight. I also have a particular fondness to the hours of darkness as well, so I’m most definitely not complaining.
The rain was wet and cold, as rain usually is. The wind was strong and cold, which made the rain feel even colder. Puddles in the road had spread so far, they had met in the middle of some roads, causing them to look more like streams, and in some cases small rivers, rather than the roads that they should have been.
Drivers still raced through these mini rivers at high speeds, causing waves of water to disperse everywhere and making the already wet pavements all the more wetter.
And last night, or more to the point this morning, I had an experience that could cause people to shiver to their very core. Not me, obviously, as I’m used to such things, but some people would shiver. And not because of the cold, cold wind…
Because of the early onset of twilight, the night seemed darker. It was darker longer, for obvious reasons, but it seemed darker within itself as well. The wind was still howling outside, and raindrops could be heard pattering on the window panes outside. All that was needed were a few bolts of flash lightning, and the typical horror scene was set.
I was in bed, trying to sleep. After my problems of not being able to think of anything to write for yesterday’s post, my mind was alive. I had thoughts zapping in from the outer realms of my imagination.
My Inner Woman, Thomasina, for example, was trying to get me to write a tale about a different trip to the Land of Oz, where she and a few friends followed the Yellow Brick Road, but in the opposite direction to the one Dorothy and her gang went in, and just after the twister had brought Dorothy to Oz. Remember, it was blowing a gale outside while Thomasina was explaining this scene to me.
I turned over, onto my side, and wrapped my duvet tightly around me.
Thomasina had drifted away… and I started to drift off to sleep too. I was so comfortable. Lovely and warm, with the sounds of nature outside gently ‘singing’ to me. My breathing was all the more relaxed, when, I was disturbed.
A clattering from my bathroom brought me back to my ‘normal’ senses.
I hauled myself out of bed, and walked to the bathroom to see what it was that would have caused the dreadful noise. There was nothing out of place. Everything was as it was. I returned to bed, thinking it was probably something outside and I’d mistakenly thought it was something in my bathroom. I mean to say, not a lot generally happens in the bathroom anyway (!) Before finally getting to sleep, I checked the time, and it was one thirty. A.M. One thirty in the morning. I had to get up at six, and here I was investigating strange bangs in the middle of the darkest night so far this year. As you do.
My alarm shattered my slumber with its high pitched screeching. I fumbled around for one of the buttons, hoping to stop the alarm, which I managed, but it went off again a couple of minutes later. And then I decided to get up.
I walked to the living room, and had to push hard to open the door. Something was behind it, that wasn’t there yesterday.
I finally opened the door, and on the floor was my sewing tin. It’s an old chocolate tin, with needles and cotton and buttons, and other bits’n’bobs that may come in handy should I ever need to sew anything. On top of it was a box of unopened candles.
The odd thing, and the thing that will cause the shivering I mentioned earlier, is that the tin and the box of candles were nowhere near the door when I went to bed last night. Yet, at one thirty this morning they were moved to just behind the door.
I’m used to this kind of thing happening, thanks to living with my friendly ghostly visitor Dot, who likes to play with my electrics, but never before has anything actually been moved like that.
I put it down to a sudden draught coming in through the window, which blew the tin and the box of candles from their usual resting place across the room to behind the door, but left everything else in the room untouched.
A mini indoor twister perhaps that only had enough strength to move these two things? Or do I have another ghostly visitor now who is capable of throwing their phantom sounds to make them appear to come from another room, while all the time they are wanting to hint that they want me to do some sewing.
Strange things are happening around here.
Just look at the weather for starters.
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