Post by Deleted on Dec 12, 2014 12:04:10 GMT -5
As I just posted on FB --
This may be the most bizarre thing I've ever experienced, which in my case is saying a fair amount. Got home from work about 8:30 last night & quickly discovered that someone had been in the house. Two boxes of comics had been moved, one to the couch in the living room, where it was about half-emptied, though as far as I can tell all the comics in question (Gold Keys from the '60s & early '70s, most prominently the full 94-issue run of Ripley's Believe It or Not) were present & accounted for. The box left on the cedar chest in my bedroom (of Boom! issues) appeared not to have been touched. Also moved -- a bag of rubber bands from the bedroom, found beneath the Gold Key box.
It gets weirder. The rubber mat from the platter on my turntable was removed & sitting atop the CD recorder next to my stereo cabinet. Even so, a 45 was sitting on the naked steel platter -- a green split 7" with Local H's "Disgrunted Christmas" facing up. I've never, ever played that record, I'm 99.99999 percent certain, & I sure as hell haven't played it recently. My boxes of 45s are in the otherwise unused bedroom from which the box of Gold Keys was moved. My 7" of Fur's "Don't Need No Christmas Tree" was out of its sleeve & lying on some CDs near the stereo cabinet. The LP that I'm pretty sure had been on the turntable to begin with, Sally Timms & the Drifting Cowgirls' Somebody's Rocking My Dreamboat, was lying on the couch.
Also disturbed -- my Johnny Cash "Unearthed" box set. The discs were out of the slip case. And several random Marvel Essential & DC Showcase Presents trade paperbacks were lying in various places.
Also, I can't find my alarm clock, though I presume it's under the bed or something.
Luckily, all 8 cats were present & accounted for.
A couple of my comments from the ensuing thread --
Haven't called the cops, because the whole thing is too damned nonsensical. I'm thinking I must have left my kitchen door (which leads out to the carport, which is secured by a locked iron gate) unlocked, which would be unlike me, but isn't *totally* impossible. The intruder must've left by my back door, which was closed, but not all the way. (When I checked it, that is. Otherwise, I keep it permanently dead-bolted because I don't use it, the cats having pushed through the screen at least a couple of years ago.)
My electronics -- this laptop (which I'm using at the library, because my wi-fi has been out most of the week), my DVD players, TV, stereo components, etc. -- were within a few feet of the couch where the Gold Key comics were, but they weren't disturbed.
Oh, forgot to mention -- the plastic tub in which I keep the ferals' catfood was dumped out, too.||
I actually thought poltergeist, believe it or not.
Thing is, if a kid could dig two thematically appropriate 45s out of my absolutely randomly (non-)filed 7" collection, he or she knows my records a helluva lot better than I do.
Well, when you consider that the above-mentioned Ripley's series from Gold Key was almost entirely devoted to allegedly true ghost stories ...
Thing is, while the Gold Key comics box was in plain sight in a spare bedroom, the box of Boom! titles was on the top shelf of the berth (for lack of a better term) above one of my master bedroom closets, all of which were closed & secured because of Sophie's predilection (back when she had access to the room) for getting in there & using the boxes as a scratching post. (I'm told that some people use closets for clothes, not comics. Weirdos.)
Etc. etc. etc.
This may be the most bizarre thing I've ever experienced, which in my case is saying a fair amount. Got home from work about 8:30 last night & quickly discovered that someone had been in the house. Two boxes of comics had been moved, one to the couch in the living room, where it was about half-emptied, though as far as I can tell all the comics in question (Gold Keys from the '60s & early '70s, most prominently the full 94-issue run of Ripley's Believe It or Not) were present & accounted for. The box left on the cedar chest in my bedroom (of Boom! issues) appeared not to have been touched. Also moved -- a bag of rubber bands from the bedroom, found beneath the Gold Key box.
It gets weirder. The rubber mat from the platter on my turntable was removed & sitting atop the CD recorder next to my stereo cabinet. Even so, a 45 was sitting on the naked steel platter -- a green split 7" with Local H's "Disgrunted Christmas" facing up. I've never, ever played that record, I'm 99.99999 percent certain, & I sure as hell haven't played it recently. My boxes of 45s are in the otherwise unused bedroom from which the box of Gold Keys was moved. My 7" of Fur's "Don't Need No Christmas Tree" was out of its sleeve & lying on some CDs near the stereo cabinet. The LP that I'm pretty sure had been on the turntable to begin with, Sally Timms & the Drifting Cowgirls' Somebody's Rocking My Dreamboat, was lying on the couch.
Also disturbed -- my Johnny Cash "Unearthed" box set. The discs were out of the slip case. And several random Marvel Essential & DC Showcase Presents trade paperbacks were lying in various places.
Also, I can't find my alarm clock, though I presume it's under the bed or something.
Luckily, all 8 cats were present & accounted for.
A couple of my comments from the ensuing thread --
Haven't called the cops, because the whole thing is too damned nonsensical. I'm thinking I must have left my kitchen door (which leads out to the carport, which is secured by a locked iron gate) unlocked, which would be unlike me, but isn't *totally* impossible. The intruder must've left by my back door, which was closed, but not all the way. (When I checked it, that is. Otherwise, I keep it permanently dead-bolted because I don't use it, the cats having pushed through the screen at least a couple of years ago.)
My electronics -- this laptop (which I'm using at the library, because my wi-fi has been out most of the week), my DVD players, TV, stereo components, etc. -- were within a few feet of the couch where the Gold Key comics were, but they weren't disturbed.
Oh, forgot to mention -- the plastic tub in which I keep the ferals' catfood was dumped out, too.||
I actually thought poltergeist, believe it or not.
Thing is, if a kid could dig two thematically appropriate 45s out of my absolutely randomly (non-)filed 7" collection, he or she knows my records a helluva lot better than I do.
Well, when you consider that the above-mentioned Ripley's series from Gold Key was almost entirely devoted to allegedly true ghost stories ...
Thing is, while the Gold Key comics box was in plain sight in a spare bedroom, the box of Boom! titles was on the top shelf of the berth (for lack of a better term) above one of my master bedroom closets, all of which were closed & secured because of Sophie's predilection (back when she had access to the room) for getting in there & using the boxes as a scratching post. (I'm told that some people use closets for clothes, not comics. Weirdos.)
Etc. etc. etc.
