by Karen Frazier, Managing Editor
Paranormal Underground Magazine
Sure there are lots of questions that we all have about the unexplained. Do we have souls? Are ghosts real? Have UFOs ever visited planet earth? Does Bigfoot lurk in the wilds of the Pacific Northwest (and elsewhere?)
And yet, as the only female in a house of males (an 11-year old, a 13-year old and a 40-something year old) and four dogs, the mysteries of every day life are often no less profound.
How can a 13-year old go through a box of cereal every day? Where on earth did that bag of oranges go? Why do we buy socks by the bushel, and yet I can never seem to find a single pair? Why does it seem like no matter how much laundry I feed into the gaping maw of my washing machine, laundry mountain never ever loses elevation? Where, exactly, do my days go? Why is it impossible to watch/listen to anything on the television at a reasonable volume that doesn’t cause the house to tremble in its foundations? Will I ever see my garage floor again? Will I ever see my laundry room floor again? Why on earth can’t the dogs tell the difference between the doorbell on my front door and the doorbell on the television? Where does all of the crap I clean out of my purse on a weekly basis come from?
These are just a few of the mysteries I ponder a I go about my daily life. Sure, they don’t seem all that curious, but when associated with events that happen again and again, they become repeatable phenomena that just leaves me scratching my head.
The best I can come up with, my house sits in the vortex of some kind of paranormally normal activity with strange occurrences like piling laundry, disappearing socks, loud audiovisual equipment and purses that fill up with crap I haven’t put in them. At this point, I’m not sure who to call – Ghost Busters or my dust buster.
Today’s mystery was a doozie. Somehow, one of the dogs managed to squeeze off just a little tiny piece of their “puppy essence” into the space between the screen door and the front door. In spite of the fact that both doors were closed. It’s unexplainable, but then so is the fact that my washing machine can run 24/7 but the pile never gets smaller. I guess I’ll just have to classify it into the realm of every day mystery. Unsolvable, unsolved and always just a little bit baffling.
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