November 07, 2002

Tinkerbelle? Is That You?

This is too weird. I think I may finally be losing it. I should keep this kind of thing to myself, probably, but then my threshold for self-disclosure has always been set sort of low. I can hardly make matters worse by revealing this little piece of strangeness.

I confess I am in a bit of a blue funk this morning. Nobody wants to hear me whine, so suffice it to say that I have been pacing all through the house. A lot. I do this as part of my tension-abatement habit when in a an emotional state, good or bad; helps me think, burn nervous energy or channel agitation into my feet, depending on the exact situation. Granted, this state of mind is not the best setting in which to make objective and rational explanations of things around me. Nevertheless...

As I am pacing around with the gears and wheels turning, I notice this little clinking noise. Probably two glasses making contact when I walk into the kitchen, where I heard it first. Hmmm. That's weird. Now I'm in the next room and I can still hear it, as if it is coming always from behind me. Now, in the bed room, just as loud, I am unable to tell where it is coming from.

I never hear it when standing still. The sound is the same in every someone gently tapping a dinner fork against a glass before making a speech. Hello? I'm listening. What IS THE DEAL? I get out my little digital recorder, and walk while recording. Thank GOD! The sound is picked up on the recorder! It is acoustic and not psychic! I guess.

I go out on the back porch for a couple of pieces of firewood. FREAK ME OUT! I can hear it outside...not as strong, but definitely still hear it. I come inside and take off my sweatshirt, thinking maybe there is something stuck to my clothes, which would account for the sound only happening when I move, always being the same intensity and seeming to come from behind me. Nothing there. I am serious as a root canal; I am NOT making this up!

Okaaaaaay.... this has served to totally take my mind off my woes and worries. Only to replace them with this little X-file. If I'm not subsequently TAKEN, I will let you know when I come up with 'the answer' to this one.

Posted by fred1st at November 7, 2002 08:57 AM

Well, you've certainly piqued my curiosity.

Posted by: sainteros at November 7, 2002 09:17 AM

Old houses always make weird noises. Even re-done old houses.

You don't still have your spurs on, do you?

Posted by: Scott Chaffin at November 7, 2002 09:26 AM

I once chased the sound of my ringing cell-phone from room to room, only to discover that the phone was in the pocket of the sport jacket I was wearing. I hope your "ghost noise" turns out to be something slightly less embarrassing!

Posted by: ron at November 7, 2002 12:17 PM

That was me. Sorry. I forgot to let you know I used that key you hid youknowwhere. Next time, I promise, I will let you know in advance.


Posted by: Tinkerbell at November 7, 2002 06:22 PM

Do you wear earrings? I had a bizarre experience like that, only to have it turn out to be an earring. Embarassing.

You probably don't wear an earring.

Posted by: Pascale Soleil at November 8, 2002 01:39 PM

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