The Missing Lanyard
There is no particular story, but I’ve seen a few strange things in my house that make me wonder if it’s haunted. For example, I’ve caught glimpses of a white dog and heard voices. One time I heard voices from the basement, and I stood there, listening, for two minutes before opening the door, and of course, the sound stopped instantly. I’ve also heard old-fashioned music coming from the vents in my bathroom when no one could have been listening to it in the house. There are a few particular instances that stick out, though.
One happened a few years ago. I was sitting in the living room watching TV, just like normal, when I suddenly heard the sound of someone knocking on glass. I just tensed up when I heard it, and realized it was coming from the two windows in the back corner. The thing is, there are really tall bushes blocking them, meaning that even really tall people would have to lean forward to knock on the window. Moreover, the knocking was in a steady pattern. I just stared at it and listened in disbelief as it went on for a few minutes. Finally it stopped. I told my parents, but they pretty much brushed it off since I’m known for my hyper imagination and love of ghost stories.
The most recent thing happened last year in April. That day at school one of my friends lent me his copy of Watchmen to read. There was also a shadow student that day, and we really connected. I gave her my phone number and later while I was at home she called. I am not one to use phones, but somehow we ended up talking for quite a while. Now, at this point I should mention my need for a fiddle toy. For a little over a year I’ve been using a whistle lanyard (minus the whistle). Even now I have one wrapped around my wrist. It’s fun to swing it around, and if I don’t have one I can actually go pretty stir-crazy. And since my lanyard has a tendency to go flying in random directions on a regular basis, I’m pretty used to losing and searching for it.
While talking on the phone, I noticed I didn’t have the lanyard and began looking for it. However, I couldn’t find it. I searched the first floor pretty thoroughly and even went upstairs and to the basement, despite having no memory of going to either floor. After searching for ten minutes, I was getting pretty agitated and ended the phone call to search more thoroughly. I couldn’t find it. Finally I gave up and just began reading Watchmen on the couch, and mentioned the missing lanyard to my parents as they got home. Later that night, around eight o’clock, I glanced over to the end table and saw my lanyard on top of a library book. Happily I wrapped it around my wrist and returned to reading.
Since it had been so difficult to find, the next day I asked my mom where she’d found it. She said she didn’t find it. We figured my dad found it. So after he got home from work I asked him. Then he told me he didn’t find it. This blew me away. The night before, during my search for it, I checked the living room several times over, even checking the cushions. I distinctly remembered checking the end table by the couch because there were some library books on it that I picked up. I know the lanyard wasn’t there then.
So if they didn’t find it and put it there… Who did?
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5 May, 2016
The Missing Lanyard
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