I've been meaning to post this one... it happened just last year but for awhile I didn't feel like talking about it. Now it's ok though. This is a true story.
At that time I lived with a man I'll call G. Right around Halloween his Grandmother died. He was the remaining heir and went down south to settle her estate... which he did, and he brought quite a few personal things of hers back with him that she'd wanted him to have.
One of these items was a gun. It looked like some kind of 1950s womens range pistol. I didn't like i t that this gun got brought back. I just didn't cherish the idea of having a gun in my space.
Anyhow, the apartment was large but had no closet space to speak of. One closet in the whole place which G. and I shared. The gun and a box of bullits ended up getting put up on the top shelf of that closet. One day I was trying to organize in there, and saw the stuff up there for the umpteenth time and was mad that there was gun stuff in my closet. I went to try to put it in the farthest corner so I couldn't see it. But as I stacked things into the back the box of bullits seemed like they just threw themselves off the shelf. The box opened and spilled and I had bullits all over and in my shoes and things. I blamed myself for being clumsy while I was mad, even tho' thought I'd set them down securely... but they just tipped over.
So, over the course of the following days I painstakingly cleaned out the bottom of the closet to find all the potentially lethal bullits. You can imagine I was kinda P.O.ed. A couple more even turned up days later, I must have gone thru every item that was in that closet at least 4 times.
So anyhow, (I'm getting to the point I promise) I put the bullits in a heavy antique glass jar that had also come from G.'s Grandmothers things. I took this jar which was about 3 inchis in height with a wide heavy bottom... and I put it on a heavy dresser of mine. It was sitting solidly between several other similarly weighted items. It's a combo dresser and display piece and had quite a few items on it.
Ok... so what happened was that, one night... (after being here reading stories somewhat late :) I was in bed almost drifting into sleep, my dog lying on his pallet on the floor... the room was dark when I heard a loud Ca Chink. It scared the daylights out of me! And I noticed that my dog jumped up that moment too. I turned on the light and looked around but I was sleepy and didn't really see what if anything was out of place... After a few minutes of nothing going on my dog went back to his bed, and since I was unwilling to do a total inventory, so did I.
The next morning I did a closer inspection and found much to my shock that the big bottomed glass jar with the bullits in it wasn't broken but had tipped over leaving a small avalanche of bullits across the back part of the dresser.
My heart lurched... how could this be? No wind, no critters... a mouse could not have done this and I don't have mice anyway. It certainly wasn't my sleepy old dog. Needless to say I *insisted that the gun and bullits be taken out of my space the next day, they *had to go. :)
Nothing in that spot has had any similar problem before or since. My hypothisis is that since this room was special space to me that my anger about dead Grandma's gun is at the heart of this... but the question for me remains, who or what really tipped over that heavy old jar?