An interesting day yesterday at a location that the owners would prefer I’d keep to myself. You understand, I’m sure. The business of an occult detective often requires tight lips and discretion. I was giving my dad a hand there, adding some bells and whistles to a new PC they’d acquired, when we heard some footsteps on the second floor above us. Not unexpected in this place. I’d conducted numerous paranormal investigations on the premises, after all. Having a bit of time on our hands, we went up to look into the noise.
Carrying up some boxes that needed tended to, I sat them in the side kitchen and looked toward the backroom. The door was quite clearly closed. We then set out down the hallway, keeping our eyes and ears on alert. I paused by one particular doorway and opened the door wide, commenting to my father that our most recent investigations had uncovered quite a bit of activity inside. Leaving the door open, we preceded down the hall and into a room that was set up as a sort of museum of oddities.
We at once noticed several items out of place and looked the room over thoroughly. Then I noticed that the side door, that led to the kitchen, was open. The very one I had noted earlier being closed.
We stepped back out into the hall only to discover a chair was now there by the museum door. A chair that had not been there when we entered.
Moving further down the hall, the door I had left open was found to be closed.
Curiouser and curiouser.
And that’s how I spent my Thursday afternoon.
How was yours?
