About 2 weeks after the EVP sessions, I was at an estate sale and saw a random box of crucifixes on a table. I figured it wouldn’t hurt to have one in the house just in case, so I bought a small, simple, monotone-beige one. I had left it on the kitchen counter when I got home and went about my day. When the kids came home from school in the afternoon, everything got a little crazy with their folders and papers and snacks. Amongst all the chaos I started to hear this beeping sound. Beep. Beep Beep. Beep. Beep Beep Beep. Beep Beep. Beep. It wasn’t normal, as far as random beeping goes. It sounded like some sort of code, I guess, which sounds crazy even for me. I hushed the kids and asked them what was making that beeping noise. Mentally, I was running through the list of possibilities: Was it the digital thermometer in the linen closet? Was it the smoke or carbon monoxide detector? Was something losing batteries somewhere? My oldest, Sam, interrupted my train of thought and said, “I think it’s the toy microwave downstairs.”
I listened for a few more seconds and he was right. I kind of stopped thinking at this point and did what my gut told me to do: I went downstairs to make it stop. The microwave continued its beeping as I walked up to it and gently rested one finger on the top. The sound completely stopped. I turned around to look at Sam who had followed me into the basement. We both looked at each other with disbelief and wonder. Afterwards, I pressed all the buttons on the microwave to see if it still worked and everything was normal. The batteries weren’t dead and it's never done that again. It still works just fine.
One week after I brought the crucifix home, I still hadn’t moved it from where I unpacked it on the counter. A friend of mine came over, saw it there, and asked about it. I honestly explained that it was either going to do nothing or something but I thought it wouldn't hurt to have one in the house. She asked me where I thought it should go and my response was that I felt it needed to go into my bedroom but that I personally didn’t feel comfortable or even strong enough to be the one to put it in there. Since she feels very confident in her faith, she volunteered to do it. I continued to make us tea while she walked the crucifix back into the bedroom. Suddenly, I heard her very firmly say, “In the name of Jesus Christ, I demand you to get out of this house.” I kind of chuckled to myself because I wasn’t expecting her to say anything like that. Then I instantly felt a chill run up my body from the ground all the way up and out of the top of my head.
I called out to her and said,"Dude...I just felt a crazy chill."
“Yeah, I felt it too," she responded as she walked down the hall towards the kitchen. We both knew what we felt and laid the whole thing to rest for the remainder of our visit together. We still haven't spoken another word about it.
There was quite a lull in activity for a while. Weeks. Randomly, the light up alarm clock in the girls' room would go off. The kids only use it for a night light, so it sits on top of a dresser where they can’t reach it. It even happened one time while I was on the phone with my sister. I was cleaning up the girls' room while we were talking and it suddenly started beeping and scared the crap out of me.
A couple nights after that particlar incident, it was really late and Jeff and I had just climbed into bed. While we’re both on our phones, there was a THUNK THUNK noise that sounded like it came from over by the closet. I looked at Jeff and asked him what the heck that was. Of course he didn’t know and neither of us were about to get up to check. The next morning when I got out of bed, I passed by the open closet on my way out of the room and stopped dead in my tracks. There on the floor were two different shoes that had fallen from the shoe organizer that hangs in center of the closet. I immediately knew that was what had caused the sounds we'd heard.
After putting them back in the closet, I tried to do some debunking. At first I shook the shoe organizer slightly. Then gradually with more and more force to see at what point I could make the shoes fall out again. It took A LOT of force to do it and all of them came out at once, not two shoes from two differnt cubbies. I even tried jumping up and down in the closet trying to make sense of why the shoes would fall out like that but I couldn't come up with an explanation. Knock on wood, but it hasn't happened since.
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