Tommyknockers
So I have been told that performing the esoteric routines will catch the attention of unseen forces…Last night we went to bed (well, yesterday morning). After about fifteen minutes, I fell asleep, only to be awakened by a terrible rapping on the windowframe outside our bedroom. I couldn’t have been asleep for more than a few minutes, when nine large banging sounds erupted.
I came awake with the first two to cringe against the final seven. The banging had a hollow sound. Sort of like something desperate to pull off our window screen. And that window is open.
I was perfectly still, listening and waiting. I fully expected to hear my brother tell my his wife that he couldn’t get my attention, hear him walk away. Because, yes, my brother would do something like this (when he isn’t bursting into the house, gun drawn, to save me because I failed to answer the door in the allotted time). Instead, I heard nothing. No footsteps, no whispers. Nothing more.
The sounds came in a set of nine, the Buddhist magical number. 3 in 3 in 3. And this isn’t the first incident. Last time, only J heard the sound, two large and muffled slams against that same part of the house. Out here, in the dark, in the middle of nowhere. Not even a neighbor any longer (nor his fifteen dogs) to keep us company.
