Posts tagged ‘Prints in blanket’

March 16, 2010

Monday, March 16, 2010

And then here was Bob’s  email back to me this morning:

“Yes, I pretty much knew I was being introduced. Happened about 5 minutes after I called you the second time. Only thing different was that this time Joey jumped up and went to the end of the bed and stared, not scared, more like interested.
I am beginning to understand I cannot move from the space I am in, which appears to mean we are sleeping very near where the creek edge was 400 years ago. I was introduced to two elderly men. They sort of acknowledged it/me with a hand gesture and some words I cannot possibly recall. Did you say you found a site with audio of the language? Very hard to pronounce and remember.
Enough of this. It is getting too weird the following day after it happens. Too disorienting.”

I found out more later from Bob when we talked tonight. He was brought to the creek again. He was being introduced to some “elders”.  They were older Lenape men that Nuttah has a lot of respect for. It is night. Bob can see the glow of fires in the long houses. He can see this through the trees, because it is winter. It is exactly the season and the time of day that we are currently in now. When he goes there it is night there, and it is night here. And there are no leaves on the trees. If there were, he says he would not be able to see the long houses, they would be obscured. And what is Joe doing? (the cat). That night, Bob said Joe walked to the end of the bed, and sat, looking, in the direction of where she (Nuttah) would be. His head was going up and down as if he was following something. Joe can see her? Joe has, at times, bolted off the bed, sat there alert, alarmed, and vocalizing as if he does not know what to make of what he is witnessing (who would?), and then this time, just observing. But what does he see??? What would happen if we brought one of the dogs in? Tonight, (Tues. March 16), Bob had a break from the activity. I think we need a break. Oh, I forgot to photograph that print on the blanket. I can think of nothing that would have caused it. I’ll get it in the morning. I need natural daylight, not the flash.

January 23, 2010

Event #19-20: Saturday, January 23, 2010

Bob was in the bathroom and had the TV on NFL Network, Channel 29 on our TV. From in the bathroom, he heard the channel change from where he’d set it, and came out and found it on Channel 27. Later, when I went up, Joe came slinking out from underneath the bed, anxiously hopped on top of it and surveyed the room nervously, like he was hiding from something he’d just seen. (Bob had left the room quite a bit earlier). Obviously, there is nothing conclusive about the cat behavior, but the channels changing while you’re watching is something new.
When I downloaded the pictures I had taken, Bob looked at the “handprints” on the blanket that I had talked about at the end of the Wednesday post. He looked carefully, and declared that they were NOT his handprints. He also pointed out to me that the “fingers” go in really awkward directions. So I’ve added one of those pictures here, to the left. Another thing he mentioned was that he purposely has NOT been touching the blanket so as not to confuse his prints with “other” prints; that was after the day I found a fist print on it, and he told me he’d been leaning there looking out the window at the work going on.

Later on Saturday, we’d gone out to dinner nearby, and got home a bit after 9. I went upstairs to change into something comfortable, and Joe was laying curled up on the bed. Nothing was amiss; I looked around at all my (now) usual spots: top of closet, bureau, bed-side-tables for remotes. Nothing was out of sorts. Later, Bob went up to bed ahead of me and I followed after starting another load of wash. I asked Bob if he’d noticed anything, and he said, “Nothing but Joe walking the perimeter of the room and muttering to himself”. Oh, yeah? What was he saying? And with that, Bob did this perfectly ridiculous (and hysterical) imitation of Joe walking around the room all out of sorts muttering away like this:
“This-is-fucking-ridiculous-I’ve-had-enough-of-this-stop-fucking-with-me-I-can’t-take-any-more-of-this-what-are-you-trying-to-do-to-me-on-and-on-and-on” like that, slinking around and muttering along the room’s perimeter. He said it was like something had JUST happened. So I looked around. And sure enough – it was the Ducks again. See picture – the 2 that have already been moved twice are now further down, right to the edge of the closet top. If they move any further, they will be on the floor. And the big duck, the one in front – he was moved further away from the Mama duck, formerly leading her charge. There are “drag” marks in the dust and I photographed them too. The picture below shows all the disturbance in the heavy dust above the closets. I had no idea it was like that up there, I don’t often look. Guess I will in the future, that’s pretty disgusting. I’ve circled in yellow the ducks that were moved off to the left at the end of the closet. Joe calmed down finally after we got in bed, but he was NOT happy. Bob thinks if he’d come up a couple minutes earlier, he might have witnessed it. I asked him to leave the ducks like this, so I could see if there is any more progression.

January 20, 2010

Event #18: Wed., January 20, 2010

I wrote this email below to Bob, after I discovered his remote on my table when I came home Tuesday evening. First, I’d asked him where he’d put his remote when he went to bed, and he said the usual spot, which is on his OWN bedside table.

And my email:
“Ok, well that’s another incident then that happened while you were sleeping — when I came up at about 11:30 or so, both remotes were on MY table, and mine had been turned around to face the wall, the same way yours was. (That’s not how I leave it) Also — and this is almost weirder — I had to get up later to FIND my remote when I wanted to switch off the TV — it was no longer on top of the comforter where I’d laid it, it was IN the bed with me, under the cover. I didn’t do that. I did talk to Jim about the pump, he said they meant to leave it on.”
The comment there about the pump is because I was wrapping it up in the bathroom and heard this odd noise coming from what was seemingly right outside the window. It totally freaked me out – I was too scared to lift up the blind and take a look, even with the light off in the bathroom. After I just stood there listening for awhile and couldn’t figure out what was making the noise, I woke up Bob. He had heard it too, and told me the crew had set up a pump in the creek in the last area where they’ll be working; he just wasn’t sure if they’d meant to leave it running, so we left it alone. To the left is the picture of where I found both remotes, and Bob had placed his on his own table when he went to bed. You like my silly mouse (against the wall)?

There was nothing amiss Wed. night when I came home. Just an odd print on the blanket, but I decided later it was probably Bob’s hand prints from looking outside. But last night, when I talked to Bob from work, he said Joe the cat was really freaky when he came up to go to bed. I told him that is usually (now) a good indicator that we’ve had some “activity”. So when I got home Thursday night (Jan. 21), I took a careful look around. I couldn’t see anything really obvious, except an unusual print in a yellow blanket that sits atop a tiny child’s stool. I know Joe can’t sit on the stool, but something has made a depression in that blanket. I will photograph it later, along with the VERY subtle thing I discovered after that. It’s my little sitting angel – she sits between the cow and the chicken, and now she is turned around too, facing the same direction they are. The only thing in that little row that has not been turned is the sheep. We shall see. Did I mention that I removed the ceramic pitchers that sat on the shelf above our bed? I just didn’t want them tipped over falling on us while we sleep. I forgot to take a picture of the angel, and Friday evening, Bob turned all the figurines back the right way.

January 12, 2010

Event #12-13: Tuesday, January 12, 2010

Both Bob and I slept terribly. I was up watching TV ‘til 2 AM, cause I just didn’t want to shut my eyes. I did finally fall asleep fitfully sometime after 2, but the work crew started in the 7’s with pumping out the port-a-pot, which makes a high-pitched wine that you can’t sleep through. Both of us heard a weird scrambling sound across the wood floors. Bob thinks it is actually something on the roof – not like we haven’t had THAT before (infestation of river rats). The next morning, Bob made fun of me for laying my “traps”. I had in fact gotten 2 more of the same kind of blankets that the prints are showing up on like above, and put them in 2 new different places. It occurred to me that it’s possible this has been going on longer than we think, and we just haven’t noticed. That’s truly not that far-fetched. That purple blanket was on the bed until about a week ago, and there is nothing else in the room that would have so clearly recorded these “prints” before, as Joe was always walking all over the bed. Our son, Stewie (not his real name) has suggested sprinkling talcum powder all over the floor, like tracking prints in snow. Not a bad idea really. Today, they are again driving steel plates. Oh dear.

Later this morning I was making the bed, and something made me glance up at the fabric ducks on the top of my closet – I don’t even know why. But I suddenly noticed that they were no longer in a line. Sunday night, when Bob’s closet was “re-arranged”, I had taken pictures of both of our closets, and now I had to run down and check the picture on the computer to see how the ducks looked then. And here, to the left, is the way they appeared (in a line) Sunday night.This is not the best picture, because I was going for the closet, not the ducks, but you can see that the 3 little ducklings are trailing the Mama Duck and all facing the same way, even though the picture cuts off Mama-Duck’s head. And then below that is the picture I took Tuesday morning after I noticed that things had moved. I’ve put a white circle around the 2 last ducks, which are now turned around to face the other way. There is no telling exactly when this might have happened, but it was sometime after midnight on Sunday, and before Tuesday morning. I looked at the dust marks left by this “action”, because the dust is pretty thick up there. I will have to get up there with a flashlight to see what really went on, and I’ll record that later.

January 11, 2010

Event #11: Later on Jan. 11, 2010

HERE! is Joe-the-Cat

Poor Joe (the cat that lives in our bedroom)
He is not taking this well. Joe has probably witnessed all the weird events, and it’s wearing on him. Joe is acting very freaked out most of the time. Bob called me at work tonight, and of course my first question was, “Is anything amiss??” He said nothing except a new print on the blanket. This one I will have to photograph in the morning. It is so clearly a small foot, it’s spooky.  This one echoes the 3 little marks I’d seen in the morning, minus the longer depression behind those 3 “toes” in this picture. And the ones I’d seen in the morning I had smoothed out before I left. As I stared at this print from different angles, I noticed a green bottle in the corner of the windowsill was tilted over tipped into the corner – it had always stood straight.

Looking out the window towards the creek - wall work is still going on

The prints are always looking out the window, as if someone is watching the wall work going on. I have taken a picture shooting out the window that I’ve also included with this post, showing where the wall is in relation to the bedroom window. Well here goes – going to bed. Can’t say I’m not nervous.

A 3-toed footprint in the blanket

January 11, 2010

Event #10: Early on Monday, January 11, 2010

Three incidents are questionable, but bear writing – one is I think I found my radio on Saturday morning, the morning of the 9th described above when I first went up there and found my remote taken out of Bob’s drawer. I thought I had turned it off, but can’t be entirely sure. Then yesterday – Sunday, the 10th – Bob went upstairs and found our cat, Joe, completely unsettled and slinking about the room, very freaked out, hiding under furniture and not wanting to come out. Earlier he’d found him just curled up on the bed.
I went up later, and he was still that way; he was yowling at me and restless. And then this morning – the 11th – Here is the email I sent to Bob:
“The only thing is that I got up and did my usual cursory glance around — the 3 main things I check now are the 2 remotes, and the purple blanket. The crew is what woke me up, so they are here. Everything seemed fine. Then I looked over again at the window, and the purple blanket now had 3 little prints on it. As if you were to take 3 fingers and press them in. But I can’t 100% swear they weren’t there when I first looked and I just didn’t see them. This will be a questionable one — nothing else seemed amiss.

January 10, 2010

Events #8 – 9: Sunday, January 10, 2010

Sunday evening: We went out tonight to watch the football game out at a sport’s bar. Our daughter, Kate, stayed at home. We were gone from 6:15 til 10:15 or so and left at half-time, as the game was clearly not going in our team’s favor. As soon as we got home, I went up and looked around our bedroom, but could find nothing amiss with the remotes. All I found was a new impression (print) in the soft blanket and I took pictures again of that. It is not made by our cat (Joe) – it looks like a small foot. There was only one tonight, earlier in the day there had been two. The pictures didn’t come out because it was dark and the flash kept going off, which washed out the shadows formed by the soft impressions. Then Bob went up while I was writing the former owner a return email. He came down kind of freaked out sounding saying,
“When you looked around upstairs, did you look in the closets”?
“Well, no – I hadn’t, WHY?????” I was feeling chills creep up my neck as I said this. What could Bob have found in the closets. He proceeded to tell me how the the clothes in his closet had been completely rearranged. All the stuff that had hung on the right was now on the left, and basically everything was reversed on the top rack. Also, a sweater he never wears was placed in a new spot. Nothing else seemed to be out of place – but who knows? That would have taken quite a bit of effort to swap those clothes; some of them are heavy things. I was a little freaked by this, I must confess. So I went upstairs, and I took both remotes out of drawers and put them on our tables where they belong, and removed from the room 2 extraneous remotes that didn’t really go to anything and put both in the basement! Now that is going to HAVE to be IT!!!!

January 9, 2010

Event #4 – 7: Saturday, January 9, 2010

We now have a name for “it”: “Enty” for Entity. Today’s “haunting”: (this is now #4). We are home today and I’m working in the basement cleaning, and Bob is busying himself about the house with tasks. The wall work-crew is out back doing a majorly noisy job today; driving steel panels into the creekside. As a “test”, I put my TV remote in Bob’s side-table drawer, and Bob’s in MY side table drawer. Basically, I swapped them. We were both home, AND, I went up once and checked; nothing had changed. Went up a second time, after all was quiet outside and the work crew had wrapped it up and gone home. MY remote was OUT of Bob’s drawer, and back on top my bed-stand. I can’t swear to it, but I also think that my radio was BACK on, after I had turned it off when I got up. And Bob noticed when we got up this morning something else — 2 pictures that hang on the walls in the room have been switched — and one is this REALLY heavy slate piece. geeezzz… And we don’t really even know when that happened. It could have been yesterday, it could have been a week ago. It could have been minutes ago! We really have to start to become more observant of our surroundings.  Still no comment from the former owner of the house. I hope I didn’t freak her out.

Still Saturday: I put 2 remotes in the tall wicker cabinet again, but in different drawers; the 1st and 3rd drawer. They were working out back today making a lot of noise. I went up twice – the first time nothing, the 2nd time, my remote was out of the drawer and laid on the floor in front of the wicker cabinet. Both times it moved it was MY remote that was relocated.

Odd impressions on sides of blanket

Also, I photographed 2 odd looking impressions in a soft blanket by the window. They look like handprints or small footprints See picture to the right. They are probably set about 18” apart. Sorry, but this just doesn’t look like a cat sat on the blanket: