Monday
Nov192007
Oprah saved my life
Monday, November 19, 2007 at 11:05AM
Things are a little spooky around here lately. Weird things have been happening. Last night after dinner with Robin, I got home and planned to take a shower, but when I went into the bathroom I saw that the toilet hadn't been flushed. As in somebody had peed and not flushed. This struck me as odd because I had been the only one home since Saturday afternoon, and um, I'm a big girl who knows how to flush the toilet. It was a little eery, but I simply flushed and stripped down to get in the shower.
But then I noticed two little spots of blood on my towel. Okay, what the fuck? I hadn't showered for a couple days (yeah gross whatever, it was the weekend), so the towel had been hanging there all weekend. Why hadn't I noticed those spots before? And the last time I shaved was a couple weeks ago (yeah gross whatever, it's winter), and I don't remember cutting myself. Besides!! That's the towel I use on my hair and my hair doesn't bleed!
I recently caught a segment of an episode of Oprah in which she talked about those moments when we kind of go "hmmm..." and how we're supposed to listen to those hmmms because they're trying to tell us something. I definitely had a hmmm moment last night in the bathroom. I'm a pretty paranoid person to begin with, but if Oprah's telling me to pay attention right now, I gotta pay attention. So instead of hopping in the shower, I decided to inspect the apartment first, figure out where the axe murderer was hiding. There I am creeping around the apartment completely naked, and suddenly I realized that I was right in the middle of a horror film. No fucking way I'm getting in the shower now!
So I called Robin and made her come over and sit in the bathroom with me while I showered. Not because I figured if I'm going down, someone's going down with me. But because I knew if I didn't listen to the hmmm, I'd most certainly lose my head in the shower. Not lose my head as in go crazy; lose my head as in the axe murderer would chop it off.
Things were pretty normal after that. Robin left and Brad got home a couple hours later. I basically forgot about the creepiness until this morning. I accidentally got up ten minutes earlier than usual (I was dreaming that I was late), so when I walked out of the bedroom, the light that's on a timer hadn't come on yet. Pitch black. So I turned on the hall light, walked to the living room, turned a light on, then returned to the hall to flip that light off. I went about my morning routine, and when I was walking back to the bedroom to get dressed, the hall light was back on!
Now I could just be crazy, but I have a very real memory of turning that light off. Brad hadn't stirred all morning, so it wasn't him. What the hell? I'm really worried about our apartment now... it never used to be scary.
But then I noticed two little spots of blood on my towel. Okay, what the fuck? I hadn't showered for a couple days (yeah gross whatever, it was the weekend), so the towel had been hanging there all weekend. Why hadn't I noticed those spots before? And the last time I shaved was a couple weeks ago (yeah gross whatever, it's winter), and I don't remember cutting myself. Besides!! That's the towel I use on my hair and my hair doesn't bleed!
I recently caught a segment of an episode of Oprah in which she talked about those moments when we kind of go "hmmm..." and how we're supposed to listen to those hmmms because they're trying to tell us something. I definitely had a hmmm moment last night in the bathroom. I'm a pretty paranoid person to begin with, but if Oprah's telling me to pay attention right now, I gotta pay attention. So instead of hopping in the shower, I decided to inspect the apartment first, figure out where the axe murderer was hiding. There I am creeping around the apartment completely naked, and suddenly I realized that I was right in the middle of a horror film. No fucking way I'm getting in the shower now!
So I called Robin and made her come over and sit in the bathroom with me while I showered. Not because I figured if I'm going down, someone's going down with me. But because I knew if I didn't listen to the hmmm, I'd most certainly lose my head in the shower. Not lose my head as in go crazy; lose my head as in the axe murderer would chop it off.
Things were pretty normal after that. Robin left and Brad got home a couple hours later. I basically forgot about the creepiness until this morning. I accidentally got up ten minutes earlier than usual (I was dreaming that I was late), so when I walked out of the bedroom, the light that's on a timer hadn't come on yet. Pitch black. So I turned on the hall light, walked to the living room, turned a light on, then returned to the hall to flip that light off. I went about my morning routine, and when I was walking back to the bedroom to get dressed, the hall light was back on!
Now I could just be crazy, but I have a very real memory of turning that light off. Brad hadn't stirred all morning, so it wasn't him. What the hell? I'm really worried about our apartment now... it never used to be scary.
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Reader Comments (8)
eep!! that would totally freak me out!! not in an axe murderer kind of way but a what if your time jumping or something and next week you cut yourself and forget to flush only there's no blood and no pee ... or something weird like that ...
I'm the biggest wimp in the world. I once made Kevin stand literally holding the bathroom door open, while I went the bathroom. Seriously, I wouldn't be able to stay in the apartment by myself after that.
Those Oprah "listen to your instincts" soundbites are cause for much paranoia. I've been there - last week I got home to find my bathroom door completely closed. I live alone and always leave it open. I busted it open, COPS-style, and peeked around the shower curtain and then banged around the apartment hoping to scare away the murderers. I think it worked.
Holy crap - I am such a paranoid scaredy cat. I probably would have run out of the house screaming and driven to a "safe place" with lots of people.
I have a genuine fear of serial killers. I won't go into dark rooms alone, if I hear any weird creaks I sent the Mr to check it out and I don't stand too close to my car at night when I'm getting in (in case there is a man underneath it ready to slash my ankles!). I also check the back seat of my car. You never know!!
Maybe you are like Cybil. Ya know the lady with the multiple personalities who would black out and wake up and not remember doing anything her alters did. I figure it's either that
A) Your a multiple
B) You have a Serial Stalker who gets off on using your toliet and then shaving
or
C) your apartment is haunted
If I were you, I'd take A
Good Luck!
oh my god. i totally would have flipped the f*ck out. that said i had a good giggle at some of your comments. (then it dawned on me i'm in the middle of a horror movie...) my parents house was haunted, although we never had evidence like pee in the toilet, we did have things disappear and defiintely "felt" things from time to time. after awhile i began to accept the ghost and that helped a lot. (also when the phone stopped ringing on a phone that wasn't plugged into a wall, that helped) i should blog about that!
FREAKY!!!
Yeah, I would have flipped, too. Maybe your place is haunted. EEK!