Destruction

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In the last blogpost, I forgot to mention that when my dad heard his name called or saw a face in the mirror, this entity -- or whatever it was -- also told him, "Don't be afraid. We mean you no harm." I found that a little disturbing when he told me. It wasn't "I" mean you no harm. It was "we". Who's we? And if they meant no harm then this next story and a future one contradicts their claim.

    My parents were downstairs doing daily chores or just chatting. I was probably nearby playing. A loud crash echoed throughout the house. The sound came from upstairs and my dad ran up looking in each room to see what had happened. 

    On the floor in my parents' bedroom laid a shattered pitcher and bowl. It was one that people used as a wash basin before there was running water inside our homes. My mom had filled the pitcher with dirt and planted an ivy that had grown huge. It was not light. It had rested in the center of a side table. Now, it laid in pieces on the floor. 

    Thinking maybe the dog had bumped the table hard or somehow pushed this heavy pitcher full of soil onto the ground, my dad went looking for Dutch, our black, standard poodle. He was lying downstairs, his head and ears alert after the crash. My father checked the house but no one was there except for the expected family members and our dog. No one had been upstairs. 

    I believe at some point my dad tried to rationalize it away. "Must be the vibrations from the mill." How could vibrations strong enough to wobble a pitcher filled with soil off a table, not be heard or felt by anyone in the house? Also, vibrations that strong would surely have affected other items that were lighter in the house. Yet, that was the only thing that fell or was affected in any way. That doesn't make sense. 

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Next time: Falling