Okay, if I knew how to put music on this blog, I would definitely put the theme to “The Twilight Zone” on it right now. Something weird has happened, and it’s creeping me out and I’m quite sure it has something to do with supernatural powers.
Picture, if you will …
It’s Tuesday. I’ve just come home from work. It’s 4:45. DD has been home most of the day. I enter the kitchen to put some of my stuff away there. We chat. I follow her upstairs. We continue to talk about our days. Our conversation finished, she goes into her office and shuts the door. I head into my bedroom to put more stuff away (Yes, I carry a lot of stuff to and from work. Let’s move on, shall we?).
From there, I enter my bathroom. I look down. There are two small pieces of what look to be white scraps of paper on the small blue rug on the floor. I look at the counter. There is another, slightly larger scrap of white paper on the counter. I look into the sink. There is a black circle on the bottom of the sink, about two centimetres in diameter. There is some black-ish dust in the sink.
(By the way, the sink is actually white, not whatever colour has shown up in this photo. I just wanted you to know that.)
So I call DD and show her. We gingerly examine everything. It turns out that the sink enamel is actually chipped right off in that black spot, and the dust and pieces of what I originally thought was paper is actually enamel shrapnel. It looks as if something has fallen very hard into the sink and has broken some of the enamel off. And some of that enamel has somehow flown up and out of the sink to end up on the countertop and on the floor. And there is no sign of any heavy object that could possibly have fallen into the sink. Everything else in the entire bathroom is intact, undamaged. All was well when I last saw the bathroom at 7:45 this morning. And DD was home most of the day and saw and heard nothing odd at all.
You see my point? Is this Twilight Zone stuff, or what?!
Now with a damaged sink.