Okay, so if I just start writing, what will come out?
Ah, what about the toilet valve story?
If I share that one, readers might think I've really lost my marbles.
Marbles..
Varied in color and size...
Some large, some small...
Some solid-colored, others marbled...
After all, they are marbles...
So, from my journal archives...
The ghost story...
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Wednesday, May 22, 2019
Shortly after waking up, I make my way to the bathroom, sit down on the toilet seat, and pee.
Once finished, I push the lever and swoosh-choo, down goes the water waste.
Once finished, I push the lever and swoosh-choo, down goes the water waste.
But then nothing; the bowl isn't filling up.
That's odd, I think.
That's odd, I think.
Is the toilet valve off?
I sit on the floor gazing at the valve.
Is it off or on? I don't want to break it, if it's on.
I first put my right hand on the valve, then my left.
My hands and arms are weak; it will take both hands to turn it. if I can turn it.
I remind myself of the rhyme, Lefty loosie, righty tighty.
But the valve won't budge either direction.
I don't want to apply more strength and possibly break it.
I text Hubby, "Good morning. Did you turn off the toilet valve in the front bathroom?"
I wait about ten minutes.
No response.
I try calling, but the call goes straight to voicemail.
I don't leave a message.
I gaze at the toilet valve.
I gaze at the toilet valve.
I again attempt to turn it to the left, putting more strength into my effort.
It turns!
As it turns the toilet fills with water, then stops when it is full.
So weird. Why would Hubby turn off the water?
What if he didn't turn off the water?
What if there is someone hiding in the house?
My heart skips five beats.
Carol, calm down. That's just crazy.
Carol, calm down. That's just crazy.
How would anyone get in?
And when?
"Anybody in here!?!" I shout with cautious confidence.
"Anybody in here!?!" I shout with cautious confidence.
I bang on closet doors and open them.
I feel like a child making sure the boogie man isn't under my bed.
I am quivering inside and out.
Okay Carol, calm down.
I am quivering inside and out.
Okay Carol, calm down.
Maybe Hubby turned off the valve.
But why?
Well, if a person didn't turn it off; was it a ghost?
We've had ghost-like incidents before.
But nothing so blatant as this.
I shake my head.
I recall one of those incidents...
I recall one of those incidents...
Remember the shadow you saw years ago, around 12 AM walking into Son's room?
You thought Son had come home. So, you went into his room to say "Hi," but no one was there.
You chalked it up to your eyes playing tricks on you.
But still, that shadow has lingered in your memory.
I immediately close the door to Son's old room.
I immediately close the door to Son's old room.
I move the TV tray in the hall, that holds the humidifier, in front of the door.
If someone or something opens it and walks out, it will make a racket.
If someone or something opens it and walks out, it will make a racket.
From the stairs at the end of the hall, I sit and watch for shadows below the door.
We have all hardwood floors so there's a gap at the bottom of all our doors.
Then Hubby texts, "No. I didn't turn off the water."
I read it.
Then Hubby texts, "No. I didn't turn off the water."
I read it.
Holy shit...
I immediately call Hubby.
He answers.
"Holy fuck," I say out loud.
"Holy fuck," I say out loud.
"The toilet valve was turned off. I checked closets but there are no signs of anyone being in the house. Should I call the police? Or Neighbor? But they'll think I'm nuts."
I'm quivering inside and out.
I'm more concerned about an actual person than a ghost.
I let Hubby know that I'd made noise, opened closet doors, and put the TV tray in front of Son's door.
"That's really weird," Hubby responds after a pause of silence.
"That's really weird," Hubby responds after a pause of silence.
"Wow."
Another pause.
We talk for a few minutes, and both decide that I shouldn't call anyone.
But I'm on guard the rest of the morning.
Once I'm convinced that no one is indeed in the house, I ponder the situation...
Well, maybe it is a ghost.
Or maybe it's an angel, or something.
But why the toilet valve?
I mean, why not do something useful like wash the dishes or clean the house?
About five days later. as I lay on the bathroom floor taking in a coffee enema which is supposed to help my liver detox the heavy metals and any poisons I've absorbed, I stare at the valve.
I tilt my head to the right multiple times as I think, Off.
I tilt my head to the left multiple times as I think, On.
The On-Off thoughts then change to...
Opened....
Closed...
Oh my gosh.
I just wrote in my journal last week that I need to remain open.
Open to possibilities beyond my five senses.
Opened...
Closed...
I repeat while tilting my head to the left and then the right as I stare at the valve...
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We never discover anything in the five-senses realm to explain how the valve was securely turned off...
Neither Hubby nor I are sleepwalkers...
I doubt angels, ghosts, or Spirit need sleep...
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Related post: Filled with purpose...
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When I posted this piece, I couldn't think of a song to go with it...
A few days later, Pandora played Ghostbusters...
Oh yeah! I chuckled...
"I ain't 'fraid of no ghosts..."
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