Scared Senseless – A Visit?

Sunday , 1, June 2014 Comments Off on Scared Senseless – A Visit?

ChipmunkThe Scene: It was 3:45 AM. I was on the Alliance of Hope Forum reading postings from various members. I found several stories where folks had similar experiences that I had been through or, more accurately, continue to go through.  Some saddened me while some gave me hope. Signs. People have seen signs. I too have sensed or felt things I still to this day cannot explain. Perhaps I am over-sensitive to these now? Not sure. Don’t know the answer to that one.

I found myself once again talking to Kimmie. This time, with a little more anger in my tone. “Where are you? Why aren’t you talking to me? I’m really getting tired of waiting for you!” Shortly, within minutes after I considered my conversation over, I heard a “thud.” It came from the kitchen.I had to investigate as it was another sound I didn’t quite recognize. Nothing. Tink (our cat) was out on the patio. Couldn’t have been him. Oh well, back to my room. No sooner had I tucked myself back in between the sheets when a I heard another noise. This time, it was more a “ruffling” as if someone were moving around in the family room. Again, I had to investigate. Oh no! What have we here? The throw pillows from the couch were on the floor! I’m certain they weren’t there moments ago… or were they? Here I go again… overactive imagination. Clearly induced by sleep deprivation and grief but, nonetheless, overactive.

Back to bed. This time, I stayed above the sheets. Probably did so in order to make a fast-break out of my room should I hear another sound. I spoke with Kimmie again, “Knock it off. I’m busy in here. Go back to bed, I’ll make the coffee in a minute.” Okay, all seems quite now. I continued my reading. My sense of hearing heightened. I heard everything now. The slightest sound. A mouse in the attic. TInk trapping a lizard on the patio. I heard it all. The television is on now but muted.  I didn’t want to miss anything.

I came across  or, in most cases, re-read some recent postings. This time, I was reading one about a toy phone. Apparently broken from being submerged in the bathtub but yet, in the early morning hours on his child’s birthday, rang out…. “Daddy’s on the phone!” Goose bumps! Oh yes, that one startled me for sure but I believed it 100%. They are here…. I just know that!

SMASH! Something fell in the kitchen. Something made of glass. That was clearly an unmistakable sound. The noise was definitely real. No imagination here! “What the he….?” I jumped from my bed nearly tripping on the computer’s power cord as I did so. As I stumbled I thought “Oh God… is this it? Is this the very clear and apparent “sign” I’ve been waiting for?” I ran for the kitchen yanking up my “ever-so-loose” pajama pants. There it was, lying on the floor next to the kitchen table. One of the jars that Kimmie had for organizing nuts and bolts for our next project had obviously made it’s way off the table and now lay in a million pieces across the tile. Tink still on the patio. His head raised in curiosity but still too tired to make his way off the Chaise Lounge.  “Oh my God! She’s here!”

Okay, what is going on? My body shook. My hands were sweating and shaky as well. My heart was pounding faster that I’d ever known it to. There was an overwhelming sense of fear throughout my body. I was going to explode in terror!

Before I could turn around and reach for the kitchen light, another sign. A glass vase, sitting atop our kitchen cabinets dropped 8 feet to the floor and shattered. Again, SMASH!  “I’m sorry Kimmie! I didn’t mean to make you angry! Please stop doing this!”

The Cause: ”Okay, this is just silly. There are no such things as ghosts. What is really happening here?” I managed to navigate through the broken fragments and flip on the kitchen lights. It was then I saw it. Somehow, stealthily making it’s way across the patio and avoiding Tink’s detection, a little chipmunk had made it’s way into our home. How it got through the pool screening and past my ferocious watch-cat, I still don’t know but there he was… scampering throughout the house.

“TInk!” I yelled, “Get in here and help me get this thing outta here!” Tink, realizing he had missed one, immediately jumped to his little paws and went into action. I opened all the doors and glass sliders leading outside. There we were. A tag-team. Me and TInk… the gallant hunters chasing this little furry beast around the house.
He was a sly one this chipmunk. Always seemed to find a hiding place where Tink couldn’t reach him and I certainly wouldn’t even try. This went on for about 20 minutes. Out of the kitchen and into the bedrooms. Finally, Tink and I suffering from sheer exhaustion, he scurried outside. Darted out the front door as though he were late for his morning acorns. Phew! That’s over with!

It’s funny somehow. We all want “signs.” Signs that our lost Loved Ones are okay. Signs that they’re still with us. Anything to give us hope. As frightened as I was before discovering my little intruder, I was also excited. I really believed she was reaching out to me. Slapping me around to get me out of my “pity-party.” Alas, not so this time… or was it?

I still Love you Kimmie. I still miss you so bad it hurts. Please feel free to send in your little woodland creatures anytime you’d like. Like Motel 6, I’ll leave the light on for you.

Woody