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Sun Aug 03, 2003 4:44 pm
I'm a man of science. I tend to delve for logical, scientific explanations for anything and everything. However, there have been a few odd happenings in my life that, for the life of me, defy reasoning.
1- Summer of '91. My three year-old cousin was losing his battle with cancer -had a tumor in his urinary tract that spread to his lungs. By this time, it was clear that he was coming down the stretch run. The doctor himself was surprised he'd come that far.
Stricken with grief, I huddled up with my mom, dad and sisters in our first floor living room watching disney movies. Before we know it, it's already past midnight and everyone, except me, had gone to sleep.
Like your typical, bladder-challenged adolescent, I had to make frequent trips to the bathroom so I groped my way to the bathroom. Took a whizz. Came back. Plopped myself on the couch, wrapped in a blanket and tried to get back to sleep.
The house itself was odd, it's your typical stucco & tile sunny Californian home and we were the first family to live there but the second floor of the house ALWAYS creaked as if someone upstairs was meandering about.
The creaking sounds filled the air that night. But this time, there was something else- footsteps. The slight clicking and clacking of footsteps emanated from the top of the stairs making it's way toward the edge of the downstairs dining room. I was frozen in fear. The footsteps shuffled closer and closer to the living room. First at the dining room, then past the bathroom and then down the kitchen. Paralyzed by fear, I couldn't even muster the courage to look up and see whose footsteps they were, I just stared blankly across the kitchen floor. Although the footsteps sounded as though they were squarely in front of me, there weren't any feet...
Next, there was rattling everywhere. It sounded like some manic force was tossing dishes, glasses, cans and bottles everywhere as if there were a tornade in the kitchen. I finally shrieked the most bloodcurdling scream I'd ever heard in my life and woke up everyone else in the house. Everyone thought I was nuts because the kitchen looked perfect, there wasn't the devastation I expected to see. As usual, my mom accused me of having an overactive imagination and thus I finally went back to bed.
The next morning, we got a phone call from my aunt. My cousin had passed away in the wee hours of the morning. I was devastated and bewildered and I knew I witnessed the explainable earlier that morning.