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Invisible
Visitor
by Rachel K.
It was a very humid and hot day at the end of August in 1998. My boyfriend (at the time) and I had had a serious argument the night before and he had not come home until afternoon. I had been alone in bed, thinking and feeling terrible about what had happened between us. The window in the door that opened to our tiny balcony was open, trying to circulate some useless air. Our rabbit was stretched out and sleeping on the living room floor - poor guy was nearly cooking in that fur. My boyfriend had walked into the apartment, slowly, and still upset as I was. He sat on the floor, facing me with his back against the old-fashioned heater at the wall. Our bed was a futon, so we were nearly at the same level. There was a very uncomfortable silence in our room; neither of us were ready to make any eye contact.
I don't know how much time went by until the first "occurrence" happened. To my right was our main bedroom dresser, holding several items. I suddenly caught a bottle of massage oil drop to it's side - a short and round bottle. Even its cap was a smooth, round shape. The both of us were stuck staring for a bit and then finally looked at each other, blankly. You know when two people are thinking the same thing? I wondered why it fell, first of all. Then how it fell over to begin with. Then what was maybe around it to have tipped it. Then why it didn't roll after it tipped. What wind? What other object that didn't move? It didn't even "sway" side to side. It just tipped over by itself and stuck still.
As the two of us are thinking about this, the music in the living room suddenly blasts for about two seconds, stops, then shuts off. My boyfriend had a view into the room and snapped his head into that direction instantly. All I could say was, "Tommy?" Sometimes people say really stupid things when they're scared. You just go blank and don't think the same. How could my rabbit press play on our CD section of the ghetto blaster? And then press stop? Maybe in two really swift jumps. He was able to get up after a few moments and check it out. It had been on CD mode (omitting radio possibility). Again, our heads buzzing around all other explanations. Neighbors? Strange electronic outburst?
He sat back down in the same spot, staring at the floor, then looking back at me. Now, with two odd happenings playing back in our minds, quietly shading over the grief we had been feeling earlier on. At this point I was thinking: Hhmmmmm... bottle, music. Bottle, music. Strange. Why bother? Then an ashtray flipped over on it's belly. It had been sitting on the floor, to the right of my boyfriend, in front of the futon mattress. I only heard it. It happened too quickly to have seen it. But he did. That's when the real rush kicked in. "Tommy?" We only wished the suddenly turned ninja bunny could have pulled such a feat! Little guy was still sprawled out in the creepy music room. So, my boyfriend said, "Did you move your legs or the blanket?" Wanting to say yes, wanting to move for the first time in hours, stuck in my lying down position. He said that it simply lifted and dropped, leaving a mess- as if someone had dropped it. I then closed my eyes, trying to feel a presence, trying to communicate friendly messages, trying not to feel afraid.
I still wonder about that day, still get flashbacks. Still try not to, but do anyway. I don't like to talk about it, especially about who I think it was. I know that we both experienced something out of this world and hoped that there was no harm intended. I hope that the spirit wasn't angry. I like to believe that he visited to help us. Our relationship was very unhealthy at that point and becoming dangerous. Maybe my spirit called to him for help, without knowing its powers? I believe that our visitor was a beautiful musician who died the year before, a musician who's voice could make an ogre cry. So beautiful, so very tragic. I leave it at that, where any more feelings lead me to the fear of accidentally calling him again somehow. I'm so sorry and give back whatever I took away.
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