Lately, some of the strangest things have been happening in my home, and I need your help to figure it out. Let me explain:
About a week ago, I noticed that my bathroom scale has been turning up in the strangest way and places. The first time I noticed this was one morning while on my way to the coffeepot. As I reached for the pot of coffee, I tripped over the scale and after swearing and rubbing my big toe that was smarting, I picked up the offensive appliance and tucked it securely back into its place between the fridge and the wall. I didn?t think anything of it at first since it was first thing in the morning and my thoughts were on my first cup of coffee.
I would not have even thought any more about it had the incident not repeated itself the next morning. "What the?" Figuring that my 6 year old was pulling it out and playing with it, I scolded him and explained that mommy stubbed her toe and didn?t he feel bad now? He looked at me like I had sprouted a third eye in my forehead and said he didn?t do it. Ok, it must have been the cat? I moved the scale to behind the couch and proceeded to finish getting my cup of coffee and making the lunches.
Okay, at this point it gets kind of weird?
I was thinking about the scale the next morning when going for my cuppa jo, and looked carefully for it the next morning. It was not there and so I thought the situation was under control. Later in the day as I was vacuuming and moved the couch out to attack the dust bunnies which tended to colonize the area, to my shock, the scale was gone! I got goose bumps (literally). Ok, so being a logical person I assumed that there had to be a reasonable explanation for it, I assumed that I had just moved it to a different place in the house and forgot where I had put it.
I didn?t really think much more of it for a few days until yesterday morning while getting ready to take our son to school. I went to jump into the drivers? seat of my car, and there it was! Sitting there in my drivers? side seat. I called my husband down to remove the offensive item and told him what had been happening. He was puzzled as I, and offered to take the scale and do away with it once and for all. I watched him put the scale into the garbage can, then got into the car and sped away to take our son to school. He waved to me from the garage, and by the time I got home he was gone and the garbage had been picked up.
Last evening though came the final straw. I had just taken a refreshing shower and was climbing out when I saw it: The scale, on the floor, in the middle of the bathroom floor, staring at me like some evil demon, taunting me, judging me. I was horrified and stood there covered with goosebumps, buck neked, dripping wet, unable to move.
At this point, I don?t know what to do and my husband is just as puzzled. Do I call a priest and have the thing exorcised? Should I be worried? Please help me, I am being stalked by a demonized bathroom scale!