~ Hey Everybody ~
Well gang, all I can say is... "It happened again." Another paranormal lite event of sorts to add to the list. A list of extra odd occurrences around here at me nest. And at least one event that had a down right intentional purpose that belatedly took a decade or so to complete. Although as yet still unsolved. Now as some of you may recal. I'm not talkin' about things that just go bump in the night here. Those things don't do much more other than stir ones imagination. Nor am I one to shy away from encouraging such heebie jeebies from time to time No, my list of preveious odd happenings (to put it lightly) are of a more significant nature indeed. Especially when it comes to spookin' that so called benefactor of mine over there. Can ya believe he still thinks he'll be safe behind those curtains. Leavin' me holden the bag should the shit hit the fan. That's OK with me but this Bird don't dig bein' outta tha loop and upstaged by some heavy outside players. Unanounce and unknown.
Alright then. Till just two weeks ago there have been three of those.. Nobodys Gonna Believe This Shit occurrences. And one of 'em some of you may recall was one for the books for sure. Well two weeks ago we had another. Not quite as blunt as the previous ones but just as distinct. So with that in mind let me recap for you this newly formed quartet of merry mysteries.
1st was the Silver Helium Birthday Baloon Stunt. That one is the beat all to end all of the bunch. Took a decade to put two thirds of the blatant and a tad more deliberate activity even for this ebony Bird. The followin' actions on his part were to my surprize. More the stuff of spite rather than fright. The final part is as yet unsolved.
2nd was the Dora Bubble Blowin Toy. That one still disturbes the hell outta me. Here he was at the crack of dawn slowly drifting out of sleep. He's hearin' a low hum. As he awakes more. It sounds like someone using a drill out in the yard. When he sits up he realizes it's much closer. Still very low but like a steady hum of gears turning, And its comin; from the kitchen five rooms away. Turns out to be this Dora bubble blowin' toy. It had been sittin' off to the side on a corner self in the kitchen for several months. Dry and collectin' dust even. Well somehow it had turned itself on and was just goin' through the motions of blowin' bubbles. Now the switch in back was a flat plastic piece you had to slid over. It wasn't inclined to just click on without the push of a finger. Well there it was slowly raising the little loop to its mouth and blowin' a little puff of air and then slowly lower it down to the now long dry bubble juice well.
3rd was that blasted 3 Foot Plastic Multi Colored Light Sword. Not only was it multi colored but also had 3 variations of pulsing lights. Wavy, Solid and a kinda Twirling. All in rainbow colors. Here he was makin' ready to go to bed. Turn' off the boobtube. Then upon turnin' out the livin' room light and headin' to his bed room by way of the spare room. That little room pretty much serves as a play and toy room for the wee ones. Stored for some time behind this book case in there was that toy light sword that had also turned itself on. Not only that but it made the light ghostly fan out around the bookcase on the wall. Now here's the creepy kicker to this. As if that wasn't enough. This too had a small button to turn it on. Witch in turn one had to press to change each variation. Well as he understandably was startled when he first saw this. It had somehow pressed it own button so to change from solid glow to wavy one. Right before his eyes.
Now all three of these happened years apart mind you. The lightsword one I think 2 or 3 years ago. Things were quiet till 2 weeks ago. That's when number four droped its callin' card. Like I said. Not as strong as the previous 3. But well timed and well delivered.
#4. The Plastic Guitar. Like they say... Timing is everything. Same as with the lightsword. He gets up. Turns of the Boobtube. Turns off the light. Goes to the bathroom. Headin; back in the dark to his bed room by way of that same play room. Just as he enters the doorway. From the opposite end of the room. About ten feet off. He hears.. Da - Dumm.... Stopin' dead in his tracks because he knew exactly what that was. Against the wall off to the side was his grand daughters plastic guitar, Which had real steel strings that he had to tune often for her. Well that Da - Dumm... was the open notes of the two top strings of said guitar bein' plucked. Now he just stood there a bit. I think waiting for something more to happen. But that was all. Just two strings being plucked in the dark of a room with nobady in it. Save for him. Ten feet away.
For the Record
I've lived here for about 23 years or so and like I said. These events were spaced out over years between them. Now I have to say. These things almost as a rule take place for an audience of one. Leavin' one to tell the tale and at the mercy of others to believe it or not.
Now I solemnly swear on me ebony plumes and me little Black Bird soul. As well as my benefactors assumed sanity. This is all true. I kid you not. Now I don't know if this be the handy work of one or a few myschiefful spirits passin' by or not. Also between you and me gang. I'm not all that certain they are just random happenings. There's always room for a connection and intention linkin' some or all of this. Whatever this is about. I myself don't feel that the book is closed on all this just yet..
What do you out there think of it I should like to know?
This is all true just as I've said.
Not a tale outta me black feathered head
Cross my little Black Bird heart and hope to die.
Stick a needle in me eye' and all that jazz by and by.
It is what it is and that's it!
No Bull Shit.
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Sincerly and Truthfully Yours.