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12:53 GMT, Thursday 15th Jan, 2009. A curious incident last night...
I’d arranged to meet up with the guys in the Arnolfini Cafe after work. Alt.Dave called late afternoon to suggest sharing a car. Good idea. Alt.Dave was waiting for me outside my house when I pulled up, so I parked in the drive, grabbed my bag and jumped into his car. An easy journey in. At the Arnolfini I grabbed a coffee and had just sat down when my PA rang (vibrated in my pocket). I ignored it. A few seconds later, it vibrated again. I supped my coffee. Then it vibrated again! Somebody was apparently desperate to get hold of me. I looked at the embedded hardscreen and saw it was Oj. “Hey, what’s up?” I answered. She nearly sobbed down the phone, “Thank God….oh Thank God…I thought you were dead!”
“Eh?”
It transpires she came home from work, saw my car parked in the drive, so naturally assumed I was in the house. When she tried to open the front door, she got the locks open but the door itself wouldn’t budge. Something was jamming it shut, something on the inside. She “naturally” thought it was my body! Anyway, we agreed that I wasn’t dead and that I was safe and sound in a café. However, she was still stuck outside unable to get into the house. So Jo bailed back into her car and joined me in the café. Of course, I’m there to see friends, but I’m aware she needs to get into the house… so eventually I say my farewells and head back with Jo. Reaching the house, I unlock the door and…push it open without even a shove. WTF?
A total mystery, until I told somebody this morning who suggested it could be…a presence? And then I abruptly recalled all the strange little incidents that have been happening in the house the past two weeks. Lights and appliances being on when I was convinced I’d turned them off. Hmmm… me wonders. A haunting?! On top of everything else.
What this space!
Djr