Your True Tales for October 2011
Name of story:The thing from under the sink
Great story, and really well told. It makes me think of a couple of incidents in my house.
One morning, as I sat at the table having breakfast, the cellar door -- about eight feet away and almost directly across from where I was sitting -- started rattling violently in its casing, exactly as if someone on the other side held the handle and was shaking it back and forth as hard as they could.
I assumed it was my cat, just because... well, what else could it be? It wasn't the kind of racket that a cat could make. I'm not sure that a human could even make so much noise with that door. I got up from the table and went to open it, saying "How the hell..." The door continued to rattle as I walked around the table. I opened it and... nothing. No cat (she was asleep on the bed, in fact) and nothing else to explain it.
There's no natural explanation possible. The door's not tightly fitted, so couldn't have been affected by pressure. And the basement windows weren't open, so couldn't have been wind (although it would have had to have been hurricane force, in any case).
I tried to see if I could replicate the noise myself by rattling the door from the other side and I could only make a pale imitation of what I heard.
I wasn't too freaked out, because I've had a fair number of experiences myself. I had no sense of fear, although I was perplexed.
The other little experience it reminded me of is a time when I was downstairs in my house at night and hadn't turned the lights on. I saw a cat-sized and cat-height white blur race up my stairs. My cat was outside and, of course, there was no other creature in the house.
Anyway, small stories, as most of these events seem to be but interesting.