Opening lines from Edgar Allan Poe’s “The Tell-Tale Heart”
Those who read Spooklight Story and The Spooklight Background already know that I am no stranger to supernatural occurrences.
Those readers may also recall that when confronted with such phenomena, I tend to eschew the foolhardy heroics exemplified by Indiana Jones and respond, instead, in a manner not unlike the approach taken by Scooby-Doo to phantoms, poltergeists, and other things that go bump in the night.
This thing, however, didn’t go “bump” in the night. Instead, at 2 AM, I heard this sound, which appeared to come from my bathroom.
The Sound
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I awoke, wondering if I had left the water running in my shower. And, in fact, as I approached the bathroom, it was clear that the sound was coming from my shower. Now, this solution would not explain I could forget to turn off the water in the first place or why I only heard it at 2 AM, but at that time of night, I was willing to defer those conundrums, subordinate my curiosity, and, if it came to that, live with the uncertainty. Before I opened the door, however, I remembered that I had showered early in the evening and had, in fact, been in the bathroom several times since then, never noticing this noise.
Did anyone else see Psycho?
It was at this point that my image of heckofahouse, which typically resembles this:
transformed in my mind’s eye into something more like this:
And, before opening that shower door at the Crystal Lake Bates Motel franchise, I must play this card:
[Continued in The Spooksound Continues]
Credit Due Department
Haunted House photo by jpstanley at Flickr
MindSpinner » The night I thought the house would explode // Sep 16, 2006 at 8:19 am
[...] Let it be said that a Gillette Mach 3 Turbo razor offers a fine shave. It is, however, likely to become possessed in the middle of the night. When I picked my daughter up in the morning from a sleepover, I regaled her with the tale of my adventures. She looked at me and laughed, “You didn’t know about the razor? That’s so funny.” Imagine my happiness, given the humilation of it all, when I learned that this has happened and produced similar ado, in a heck of a house. (Yes, when you find you’ve been duped by technology stealthily incorporated into ordinary things that your children understand and you don’t, you fancy a bit of company.) [...]