I just had the wierdest experience happen to me. It all starts with having dinner at a friend’s house. After dinner we are shooting the breeze and talking about nothing in particular when she asks if I’ve read any good books lately. So I mention reading Grave’s End (about a haunting) and Jason Offutt’s book, Darkness Walks (about Shadow People). My friend’s roommate asks what Shadow People are and so I tell her my opinions and tell her about my experiences with Shadow People when I was younger. Of course she asks if I was scared and I mention the first few times were kinda scary, but the last time I was more curious if anything. I also mention that if I ever see a Shadow again, I would probably chase it down (I mentioned this on a post here on GT too) since I wasn’t really scared of them.

So anyhows, I come home, talk to another friend on Skype, watch some tube and get ready to hit the sheets. Now I have my methodical habits just like everyone else and this is how my end of the night goes: I brush my teeth, swish some mouthwash, turn lights off on my way to the kitchen and have some water before I go to bed. I live by myself, so I usually have just one active glass running around the house. I drink from it all day long, rinse it after i am done, and always park it by the sink at the end of the day, after I have my water before bed. I do this with a bowl too, since I eat cereal for breakfast, rinse it and park it with the spoon in it.

So I drink my water and hit the sheets. No sooner than I get into bed, I hear a clinking sound coming from the kitchen, and I automatically assume it’s one of my two cats who got up on the counter and is playing with the spoon in the bowl, but decide screw it, I am not gonna go chasing him off the counter and go to bed.

Next day I wake up and having a busy day ahead, I get right up and get out of the house within 15 minutes. I dress, straighten my hair and leave after gathering a few items. I return home several hours later and one of the first things I look for is my glass since I want to get some tea out of the fridge. I cannot find my glass. So I check the study then the living room in case I left it one of the rooms. Not there. Now I am beffudled. Then I see the glass and the first words out of my mouth is “No F**king Way!”

This is what I see:

The glass is sitting on a pair of kitchen scissors in the center of the block, a clean 24 to 30 inches away from the sink! I call my friend and relate to her what has just occured. While talking to her, I pull the glass out and reset it to where I found it and it makes the same clinking sound I heard last night! As if to confirm it, I look at the bowl with the spoon in it. It’s a plastic bowl! By now I cannot believe this.

Now mind you I took the pictures before I removed the glass. Observations I make while looking at the glass are how the glass is sitting on the scissors, It actually was pressed down on one of the tangs of the scissors. After removing the glass and repositioning the scissors into it’s hole so the tangs are flat, if you place the glass onto the scissors, the glass will slide all the way back to the block. It had to be pressed onto scissors in order for it to stay where I found it, almost bending a tang a bit while the other kind of holds the glass (along with the knives). After thinking about this, over the weekend, I do remember finding a glass in between the knives once before, but against the block. I figured I was a knucklehead and put it there for god knows what reason. Now I have second thoughts about this. I figured I would share this with you all.