absurdity

why i nearly didn’t write a post today

Today, I scared myself silly.

It started simply enough– a trip to a somewhat local mall to walk around in the early morning.  We drove way out of way because the malls closest to where I live are bustling this time of year, and the chaos doesn’t let up till mid January.

We decided to treat ourselves to some coffee.  While we ordered, I noticed that my hands were mussed with car dirt.  I’m finicky about that sort of thing so I decided to venture off toward the bathrooms by myself while Dave took care of the coffee.

First I walked down an escalator that hadn’t yet been turned on.  There was no else around.

I walked down the
I walked down the “down” escalator even though both were off. I am not a rebel.

I walked through a nearly-empty food court, avoiding eye contact with the staff of the only open restaurant.  A girl with a tray of orange chicken samples was pacing on the right side, so I took the left.

(Source)
(Source)

I followed the bathroom signs down a long hallway, completely devoid of any light.  The cleaning staff was down the far end, and their carts were strewn about the hallway.

Like this, except no carpets and less lighting.
Like this, except no carpets and less lighting.

I saw the sign that said “Ladies” went in.  The room was dark, so I peeked back into the hallway to see if I was disrupting the routine of the staff.  No one was there and, after my journey here, I decided I didn’t want to have to make the return trip later, when it was all filled with people.  I opted to make use of the facilities.

It was completely dark in the restroom, and silent, of course– but I shook off my vague sense of unease and reminded myself that I never turn on the lights in my bathroom when I visit it at night.

I went into a stall, had a seat, and then saw the feet in the stall next to me:

shoes

You, like me, may recognize this unholy combination from a wide variety of Japanese horror movies.  Or, from this popular American alternative:

REDRUM
REDRUM

Dave always says how I’d be the first to die in a horror film come to life, given my tendency to inspect rather than go with my gut and run.  Thus, it wasn’t surprising that instead of yanking up my pants and running for the hills, I heard myself say:

Hello?

… Hello?

Nothing.  The feet didn’t even move.

I ran out of the room as fast as I could go.

Down the hallway, and through the food court.  When I saw the Chinese restaurant, it took me a moment to process that I was finally in front of people and was unlikely to have my heart ripped from its cage by a malevolent schoolgirl.

I gave the orange chicken girl a slow smile as I realized that I was safe.

smile

She, rightly so, scuttled behind the counter with her chicken.

Because I’ve now seen enough horror movies to know that 5 people can die just as easily as 1, I panicked again, and ran my way up the escalators to Dave, and the slightly busier area of the mall.  He handed me a coffee that would do nothing but speed up the adrenaline coursing through my veins.  I told him the story and he alternated from “Someone must just be dead in there” to “You probably imagined it.”  I offered up the idea that it was a ghost.

We saw the cleaning crew minutes later, wiping off the tables where we were sitting, and one girl claimed she cleaned the ladies bathroom in the food court.

I looked at Dave and said, “That rules out someone dead, so it must be a ghost!  Good thing she just haunts the room.”

Then he said, “Well, if you’re going with horror movie proof, then you should know that they often attach themselves to people and follow them around.”

Thanks, Dave.

I hope you enjoy never sleeping again.

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So yes, I nearly didn’t post today because I couldn’t think of anything to say.  Words aren’t coming to my mind today and I blame it on all that adrenaline so early in the morning.  I blame that adrenaline on undead school children.

How would you play out in a horror movie? Would you be the hero, the oblivious side character, the best friend of the hero– or would you be the person (like me) who investigates the sound in the backyard?

Do you believe in ghosts?

What’s the strangest reason you’ve had for not writing a blog post?

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    1. Haha, mine wasn’t particularly great since I must’ve imagined it all, but yikes. I couldn’t write a single thing today, at least not easily. I think I need a long nap. 🙂

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  1. I kept picturing you running out, then running back in to take a picture of the feet beneath the stall door. I HATE those long hallways you have to go down to get to a shopping area bathroom. Really? Who ever thought those were a good idea?

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    1. Haha! Luckily, I’m not that bad… I was quite content to look on the internet for a picture. There are so many problems with public bathrooms that whenever I see a place that has feedback forms, I usually require 3 or 4 to leave all my notes. The new bathrooms out here have those doors that slowly creak shut on their own– which is both spooky and unhelpful. It’s girl code for “No one’s in here” when the door is open. When they’re all closed, I have to crawl along the floor, peeking under, to see if any are free. Then when I’m in there, I have to assume that some person is going to scamper past on the floor doing the same. … I seem to have gotten off track. 😉 Haha! Thanks for reading, Randee! 😀

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    1. My neck has been hurting since! I thought it was the run down the hallway, but what if… what if… 😉 I’ll tell Dave you’re responsible for the extra phobias, haha! 😀 Thanks for reading!

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  2. I believe in ghosts…souls trapped, remnants of energies from those departed, the others from different planes which for some reason drift through to ours without realising it…and all that stuff. I mean, I live in Asia…ghosts here thrive…and so do a lot of other evil spirits 😉

    I once had an experience..it was a negative energy I “brought back” with me…he disturbed my sleep so badly that I had to sleep with the lights on AND my Jacky boy for a couple of weeks…even though my sister assured me that she had cleared it out.

    I would either be the one that’s blissfully unaware OR the one that let’s them be. It’s always better to just let them be…as long as they don’t harm us..you know?

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    1. I think that’s what stressed me out so much. It was the negative vibe in the bathroom– but I said, “no, it’s just because it’s dark”, and then the vibe next to me, which prompted me to look– *shudders* I don’t know what it was, or if it was all in my head… but I am glad I made it safely to my coffee! 😀 Thanks for reading, Shree!

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      1. Always wiser on hindsight eh? 😛 And you know you’re intuitive too!! LOL.
        I’m so glad in a way because it makes me a feel a little better knowing I’m not abnormal..if you know what I mean..about not trusting my vibe or just brushing it off as my mind making me feel more than there is to feel?

        I’m glad you made it out too!

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  3. Husbands are trolls, but sometimes it’s hilarious.
    If I was in a horror movie, I’d be the first one to book it out of there — I’m flighty to a fault.

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    1. I know from experience, luckily, that if it was an actually traumatizing experience, he’d behave. I think since he knows I’ll be over it by tomorrow, he might as well have fun. I hope his lack of sleep is worth it, though, ha! 😀

      In short-term threat situations, I always feel like I can resolve it. If it was a long-term danger (ie, apocalypse type of situation), I think I’d be a runner, too.

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      1. Haha mine is the same way. So I tell him ghost stories at night. (It’s only partially successful, since I usually scare myself into staying awake too.)

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        1. Much obliged, ma’am. *tips hat in return*
          At best, I’m a bit of a joker, but I know full well that whatever I dish out, I’ll get it in return, plus more. Our daughter seems poised to continue the tradition 😉

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  4. Oh I believe in ghosts because I’ve had one with me since childhood. As for those gut feelings of dread, I’m all for listening to them. I’m thinking you saw what you saw. I hate using public bathrooms, so I don’t. ha! I’d probably be a bit of leave em be and part find a way out of there.

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  5. I’d be high tailing it outta there! In fact I probably never would have gone somewhere that out there…My mind is too active… Yes to ghosts. Hmmm not writing a blog post….nothing big other than writers block..

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    1. I was surprised by how out there it was. It doesn’t seems safe at all. I’m capable of all sorts of self-defense, but I know my little sister isn’t… and I always walk those areas with that in mind. The planners should, too!

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  6. EEEEK!!! I loved this. I literally gasped and then got all giggly when you said “Hello” and no one answered. I’m such a scary movie junkie. I’d like to think I’d do pretty well, considering I often pretend zombies or ax murderers are chasing me and I see how quickly I can get to my house and behind locked doors. But I do get a bit fumbly with my keys often, so I’d probably bite it.

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    1. Yay! 😀 I love them, too. I watched my first (on purpose) after I met Dave, and have now seen every one ever. 😀

      I think in a real zombie crisis, you’d stay in your super-minivan, drive through the house to pick up the kids, and whoosh away. 😀

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    1. I would think stuff like this happens all the time, but when everyone else is around, maybe we just don’t notice? For instance, if there were feet in that stall and the whole room is full– old schoolgirl shoes, even– I probably would have just been chatting with the other ladies in the waiting area and not even thinking about it. 😀

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      1. I notice stuff like that even in a crowded room. Think it’s how I grew up, though. Weird stuff like this seems to follow me.

        That’s so freaky. I wonder why she was in the bathroom? Life is so bizarre. There is so much we don’t understand.

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        1. I would have noticed this one, actually, on account on the strange and unpleasant vibe– but the positive strange things don’t usually don’t phase me, unless someone points them out. Dave would’ve noticed, though–positive or not. Anything out of the ordinary catches his eye. If I wasn’t so freaked out, I would have dragged him back in there to have a look!

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  7. I believe in energies being with us after they have left the earthly coil ~ this would have been unnerving in the quiet dark hours ~ poor Dave 😦
    I would possibly be hiding in the corner in a Movie and the reason I don’t ever post – exhaustion or like you ran out of things to say ~ but I think you covered it nicely 🙂 x

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  8. I, too, would die early in a horror movie. And it would be just my luck to be offed in a ladies’ room. Because, as a woman with Crohn’s, I fear dying on the pot. Sigh.

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    1. Awww, then my wish for us is– should we ever live a horror movie, and should there be no possible way for us to make it gloriously to the end, I hope neither of us dies on the pot. 😀

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  9. In a horror movie I would be the hero. As naturally lazy as I am in my regular life, when the going gets tough I am always the calm one who thinks of what to do. Comes with being a mom of 3 I suppose, staying calm when everyone panics.
    The strangest reason I didn’t write a blog post – probably the day I spent a few hours sitting on the interstate due to a wreck that had I been on time that day, could have been me. A woman in the south bound lanes lost control of her car after swerving to avoid someone who cut her off, she veered across the median and into the northbound lanes hitting a truck who had no way to avoid her. It happened a few minutes before I got there. I was running ten minutes late that day. The truck caught fire and the driver was killed. It really shook me up that day and I just had no words.

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    1. I understand that entirely. We passed a man who had been hit by a car and I posted something old that day, old and melancholy, instead of anything new. I had no words. *hugs*

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  10. I’m only brave when I have weapons and there isn’t a cute guy with strong arms to jump on. I think I’m probably safer on my own than with others.

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    1. I think the only way I’d make it through a horror film or apocalypse is because of all the lovely people I know who would carry me around in their backpacks. 😉 Otherwise, I’m definitely more curious than brave. 😀

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  11. Lol,.sorry. I’m not laughing at you, I swear. I’d like to think I’d make it somewhere in the middle of a horror movie. I’m not quite badass enough to make it to the end.

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    1. Haha, that’s alright, Jaded, laugh away. I swear I’ve never run so fast in my life… I probably terrified the poor orange chicken girl, too. 🙂

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  12. Terrifying! But you know, the lights in those kinds of toilets sometimes are set to only turn on when the door opens and then are on a timer to turn off until the door opens again so maybe the poor girl had been sitting in the dark unsure where the toilet paper was – I think of this, because it happened to me at the movies hahaha.

    But, since the light didn’t turn on when you entered and she didn’t answer…. Ghost! Murder ghost!

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    1. 🙂 Haha! I have been considering the possibility that I terrified a poor girl. I’m thinking maybe the light turned on when she walked in. She went to the stall and dillydallied as kids are wont to do, and the lights turned off… and then I walked in and the lights didn’t trigger for whatever reason… and then I scared her with all my hello-ing! 🙂 Maybe.

      Or, perhaps… she was just a murdering ghost! 🙂

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  13. Curiosity. Eleanor Roosevelt said, “If there is one thing pregnant women should pray for their child to be born with, it is curiosity.”
    I have the same issue with it though. I would inspect myself into the rabbit hole rather than run…until it was too late.

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  14. Have thought what it’s like to do your business in the bathroom stall, when someone comes in, and says “Hello”? Considering that the girl/woman inside had to go through the same empty hallways and restaurants, she was probably was just as scared as you were – only that she had nowhere to run.
    As for horror movie, I would try to avoid being in one as much as possible. If that means running away, so be it.

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    1. Haha, Dave brought up this possibility, too, but there was total silence! Plus, I watched that area from the top of the escalator looking for tights/shoes to ease my mind, but no one came out. Dave thought that maybe she was with the cleaning crew (like with her mom), and went out the back after I left…. so I guess it’s still a possibility. Perhaps I’m the ghost in her story! 😀

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      1. I don’t really believe in ghosts, so I’d try to find a rational explanation for the silence. Like maybe she was deaf, or busy playing with her phone, or just not comfortable talking from the bathroom stall. I know I wouldn’t be.

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  15. Well… your post succeeded in actually creeping me out. It’s dark out and pretty quiet so that doesn’t help at all…
    I’ve been in a similar situation, but the night didn’t end too well…
    If I were to be in a horror movie, I’d probably be one of the first few people running out the door instead of sticking around to see what’s going on, the oblivious character.
    Ghosts? I find this quite funny because the front wooden door swung open a few hours ago and when I went to check out why my dog was barking, the gate was actually locked! So I was sitting here thinking, “What…. How?” From then on, I tried to think positive.

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    1. I’m sorry if my story brought up bad memories for you. *hugs*

      The door thing is spooky! I have a fleet of skeptic readers who can probably reason that out for you…. 🙂 But, my guess– maybe it was a positive little invisible elf dropping off some good luck! 😀

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  16. Darn! Imagination is a great thing…but it can be plaguey! I’ve scared myself a time or two and could really get into your experience…I’ve still got butterflies flapping in my tummy! 😀

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    1. 😀 Oh yes, the pros and cons of imagination! Thank you for reading and for joining me on my scare, it makes it less lonely to know others have now taken the journey with me. 😀

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      1. I’ve lived in my old house for 14 years. When we moved in I started hearing faint “dinner party” sounds – clanking of glasses, laughter, conversations not quite loud enough to make out. It was like a TV was on in the next room, it always stopped when I went to investigate.I didn’t breathe a word of it to my husband or kids – I thought they would say I was nuts.One day I was giving the fireplace a thorough cleaning – not just a sweep but a wipe with a wet cloth. When I pulled the damp cloth over the hearth – a pentagram appeared – it had been carved into the stone. Enough! I told my husband and oldest daughter – both of whom breathed a collective sigh of relief. They had heard the “dinner party” as well, keeping it to themselves for the same reason as me.As soon as we all talked about it the party happened less and less. I haven’t heard it for 3 or 4 years now. So a definite yes! I firmly believe in spirits yet oddly didn’t ever find it scary – a little creepy, but not alarming 🙂

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        1. Oh my goodness! Maybe your ghosts were more friendly since they were in the midst of a party? 🙂 The pentagram would make me a bit uneasy, though… 😀

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          1. I never felt threatened but the pentagram was freaky.

            On one of our road trips we were driving along a deserted secondary road on a Navajo reservation in the south west. We hadn’t seen another car for at least an hour. A massive thunderstorm was building on the horizon – we pulled off the road to watch.Standing on the side of the road, all facing the storm, out of nowhere a voice is speaking. We turn and an elderly Navajo man is standing by the road. The storm is getting closer, spectacular lightening and wind – we watch as this man explains why mother earth has brought the storm – he talks about the balance of elements – his voice is tired, almost resigned. My husband and I have tears running down our faces. The kids think we’re out of our minds.We turn again to thank him – he’s not there – as in vanished into thin air. We drove up and down that road for an hour, we never found him.Strangest, most spiritual feeling I’ve ever had. Had the kids not seen him we would have thought it was a shared hallucination. 🙂

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  17. What a story! I do hope you are feeling a bit more easy now.
    I do believe in ghosts and can see them since early childhood. When other people are with me, they tend to see them also, which scares people a lot, while I am even after all the years still not used to it.
    Weirdest reason I have not wrote a post? My cousin came over and wanted to see what I “do all day”, started reading blogs aaaand its 23h 🙂

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  18. I’m sure I’d be the first to die. I’d either stand there screaming and not run or try to talk the zombie about his feelings and try to talk him into putting the knife down, because that would totally be a good strategy right?

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    1. 😀 Haha, I could so imagine you talking to a zombie– that is awesome and why you’re so loveable. Don’t worry, our friends would save us! 🙂

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    1. Haha! Oh gosh I hope so– it would make me significantly less creeped out. 😀 It wouldn’t be the first time I was on national television doing something silly… 🙂

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    1. 😀 My boss was asking why I didn’t go back in to inspect– uh, because it was terrifying! 😉 I endeavor to limit my time with murdering ghosts… 🙂

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  19. I’d be the character who overanalyzes all the stories about the haunted house ladies’ room, proves that they’re all silly, and then runs around screaming when they start to come true! And I’d probably run right into the arms of the killer, or monster, or ghost, or whatever.

    I think one of the cleaning people was sneaking a break in the stall. In the completely dark room. Yeah, right. Clearly a ghost.

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    1. I always love that character in the shows… it’s such a perfect fit for you, curiosity being one of the traits I predominantly associate with you. (Which, in case no one has told you lately– is an inspiring and wonderful trait to have in abundance.)

      But yep, totally a ghost. Or perhaps a demon? 🙂

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  20. Ah! My jaw dropped when you posted the photo of the feet in the next stall over, that is downright creepy as hell! Eeeeek, no no no.
    That being said, I am so the person who goes and investigates the sound. I just can’t handle living in that questioning fear, so I have to go find out whether my terror is legit– BUT I don’t think I’d have the guts to say “hello?” in a haunted bathroom, that’s just asking to have a poltergeist follow you home. YEEK, let us know if you experience any more hauntings!

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    1. It was spooky… the “hello?” wasn’t guts so much as curiosity being stronger than terror. Honestly, it was the little girl’s shoes that made me at least have to check if it was a kid in need… but when they didn’t even move… I skidattled! 😀

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      1. Somewhere out there is a little girl who will probably grow up to write a blog about her terrifying childhood experience of being approached by a ghostly voice one stall over….

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  21. Rara,
    I think it would be a blast to be the horror just out of frame until the end. If you were curious I could drag out your demise so you could scream and scream and scream. 🙂
    RR

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  22. As I read this latest adventure, I was right there with you, pushing you down the hallway and up the escalator. If I’m with someone, I don’t have time to freeze because I work on getting OUT of the trouble we’re in.
    My SIL put up a Santa on the corner of the garage, behind which the garbage bins are stored. Every time I head over there to dump my garbage, I jump and think someone is there instead of a dumb pretend Santa stuck on the corner of the house. 🙂

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    1. 😀 Those things spook everyone out this time of year, especially because it gets dark so quickly. I don’t even take out the trash for fear of it triggering my “scream and run for the hills” gene. 😀

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  23. Bahaha, that was way too funny!! Yet, I totally understand! Next time you’re in a spooky situation just yell, “I’m not a character in this script!!! You can’t kill me!!!” And then point to whoever is closes and say, “They’re the main character! Kill them!” and run. 😉

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    1. Haha! I love it! So not only should I break the third wall, but just in case it doesn’t actually break– I should also snitch on the hero. If that doesn’t assure my success, nothing will, ha! 😀

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      1. You got it! Besides, if they are the hero, they’ll totally win anyways and you’ll just get a credible mention during credits 😉

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  24. Is it weird to confidently say, “I’d be the hero?” I certainly wouldn’t be the person to investigate the strange noise first, unprepared. I might be first, but I’d go suspecting trouble and equipped to deal with it… flash light in one hand, weapon in the other… But, should I be second to the scene I’d save everyone I could. Well, I’d try.

    I’m not sure I’ve ever not posted something for a weird reason… I don’t normally post on the weekends because I spend less time on the computer. The rest of the week I do prompt responses and random tidbits of life in the kingdom as they happen… I guess my blogging life is boring. 😛

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    1. Not weird at all! I’m agree with your analysis… which is why, in case of crisis, you’ll find Dave and myself reporting at your house for apocalypse duty. 😀

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      1. The more the merrier, that’s what I always say. 😉 You’ll be well taken care of, but Dave may have to ease up on some of his eating selectiveness. Healthy, sure, we can handle that, but pickyness… well… you know, choices will have to be made. 😛

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  25. 1. I don’t do horror. (That’s the wife’s department.)
    2. I don’t have strange reasons to not write a blog post. (They are usually boring. Or painful. Or both.)
    3. I don’t believe in ghosts in the way many commenters above are describing. I believe in ancestral spirits, i.e., that departed family members take an active role in my family’s life, the same way they did when they were embodied. Nothing different, no scary crap, just the same them.

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    1. 1. The hubby is FAR more into horror than I am.
      2. Strange is better than painful. I’m sorry for those days.
      3. Ancestral spirits are beautiful. Thank you for sharing! 😀

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  26. Well if nothing else, it turned into good fodder for the blog, and with the end of NaBloPoMo nearing, sometimes that can be a really good thing. 😀

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  27. didnt post all day because I AM the freaky weird Japanese Water Demon from the bathroom this morning and not getting to open my mouth super wide and grab a hold of tasty entire face and suck down your very soul made me really depressed and now,thanks to you, im curled up on the couch in my pink snuggie petting my kitten Mittens eating an entire pint of Ben and Jerrys Raisin to Cherrifiy out of the carton with a dirty spoon wondering sniffling and wondering why nobody likes me

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    1. I knew it!! 🙂 Okay, not really… but I would feel much better if I knew my water demon was eating Raisin to Cherrify right now. There’s something oddly comfy about that. 😀

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  28. Ok I seriously could not go through with reading your full post as soon as I saw the faces of the two girls staring at me. It’s the dead of night and that’s probably why I’m a little more freaked out than I should be. My goosebumps have goosebumps. Congratulations Radhika you’ve managed to scare me lol

    – Rakhi

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    1. Oh thank goodness I didn’t get locked in! And yes, good eye! That’s the 4th doctor- Tom Baker. 😀 He has one of the most non-sinister-but-still-frightening smiles in the world. (And just in case he’s listening– it’s a compliment, Tom. 😀 )

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  29. This is the equivalent of, when you hear weird noises in the house at night, donning your flimsiest negligee and going to investiagte with only a candle because the lights have mysteriously failed. You will be the first to die. OH yeah, if there were no lights on how did you see the haunted feet? Just asking.

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    1. Because of my vision-quirk, I have pretty good eyesight in the dark– better than my lit room vision, for sure. Plus, the flickery/dim lights from the hallway illuminated the ladies room just a bit.

      But yep, I’m the person who puts on heels and a nightdress and peeks outside… first to die, for sure. 😀

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  30. Imagination is a dangerous thing! Good thing you weren’t alone and had someone there to talk you down off that emotional ledge!

    I don’t like horror movies. If I were in one, I’d be the person too scared to move–probably the first casualty–either in the movie or the movie theater!! 😉

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    1. 🙂 I honestly don’t think I would have risked the trek down to the bathroom if I was by myself… it was super suspicious even without the dead-girl-feet. 🙂 Thanks for reading, Lorna!!

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  31. The amazing thing is that you did write a post, and a great one. I haven’t left the computer since 7:00 a.m. when I got up, and it’s 2:37, and I still haven’t written a post, nor worked on my novel. Yet, here I reading such a great imaginative post that I’m glad I took a couple of minutes to read and respond. 🙂

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    1. Thank you! 😀 You’ve been busy at that computer, lady… I think you need a break. Time for cheese and crackers and a foot massage. 😀 Thanks for reading!

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