Saturday 21 July 2012

The Curiosity of a Dexterous Kitty or Something even MORE sinister?

(see below for photographic evidence of the strange and disturbing incident which recently occurred in my home - and is the topic of this blog post)

I was in the kitchen when I heard a thud emanate from the lounge room. Upon entering the lounge room I discovered that my copy of Stephen King's Treatise on the Evils of The Internal Combustion Engine (aka Christine) was no longer in its usual home (aka The Bookshelf) and had, in fact, been relocated to the floor. Spooky! My feline flatmate, the legendary Ms Willow Pussycat, was sitting on the coffee table next to the bookshelf, her face displaying ernest innocence. Since I did not witness this book relocation I cannot, with certainty, explain how it happened. I do, however, have some theories (basically it was either a supernatural occurrence or it was a Ms Willow's paw occurrence):

A Poltergeist has infiltrated my flat. The unexplained relocation of a book (or other household item) certainly bears the hallmark of poltergeist agency. And the choice of a Stephen King novel lends even more credence to this theory - perhaps an attempt, by the entity, to increase the likelihood of my being freaked out.

A sinister presence is trying to communicate with me via horror novel. Isn't this always happening in scary movies, some kind of message or warning is located in a specific book, a book which just happens to move out of the bookshelf as the protagonist is walking by. And of all the books on all my bookshelves, it was a Stephen King which mysteriously 'fell' to the floor. So should I infer that this presence is likely to be iniquitous, given that the book is a horror novel?

Ms Willow is displaying an interest in reading by knocking books to the floor. Only a few days prior to this incident, Ms Willow pushed a stack of books off the back of the couch. I had assumed this was her angered response to my not letting her sit on my lap, but maybe I misjudged the situation. Perhaps Ms Willow would like to partake in the reading of the words, and knocking books to the floor is her very own special way of indicating this desire. Hence, relocating the Stephen King novel to the floor was just a continuation of this new method of communicating her interest in reading.

Ms Willow is displaying an interest in getting attention by knocking books to the floor. [Again referencing the 'pushing a stack of books off the back of the couch' incident (see previous theory)]. Given that the Stephen King novel incident occurred without an obvious reason for Ms Willow to be annoyed with me, perhaps both book relocations are just the beginning of a cascade of 'relocations' Ms Willow intends to perpetrate in order to enable a lot more Willow-noticing, goddammit!

Ms Willow has been overtaken by an evil spirit, and thus is knocking books to the floor. [And again referencing the 'pushing a stack of books off the back of the couch' incident (see previous previous theory)]. It was bound to happen, eventually - Ms Willow is the 4th cat I've 'parented'. Felines are notorious for their magical/otherworldly/creepy capabilities, so a kitty-based haunting is always going to be a possibility. Also, Ms Willow is "moving along" in years (she'll be 14 in December) and is now the oldest cat I've had - my theorizing here is that the closer a kitty is to karcking it, the easier it is for ethereal thingies to mingle with fur and whiskers.


Some things to notice in the photos -
the 45 degree angle between the novel on the floor and the bookshelf - does 45 signify something eery,
the order in which I placed the Stephen King novels in my bookshelf*,
that I own 11 Stephen King novels - does 11 signify something eery,
the presence of all Harry Potter novels in bottom right of bookshelf (I swear I didn't buy - or read - ANY of them),
that Ms Willow hides her face in almost every photo she's in, and when her face is visible it is blurred.


Observing the aftermath. (PS: The coffee table is usually parallel, and closer, to the bookshelf - I moved it so as to get a better look at the damage).


It wasn't me! (Then why won't you let your face be photographed??)


Looking for clues.


Bored now.


Eat my dust!


Conduit for demonic depravity or innocuous horror novel?


Will the remaining Stephen King novels eventually make their way to the floor? And will something horrific manifest if this occurs? Perhaps the Buffy Chess Set - protector of the bookshelf - will slay the unknown evil.




*'Tis a little tricky to read the titles from the photo, so here they are (left-to-right):
Christine (prior to floor relocation)
Salem's Lot
Firestarter
The Dead Zone
Thinner
Cujo
Carrie
The Running Man (writing as Richard Bachman)
The Shinning
Night Shift
The Dark Half

(yes, I'm old skool Stephen King)

Friday 13 July 2012

Goal Settings

Here is my current plan:

Wander, with meandering intent, aimlessly through life; do some things, interact with some people, admire fauna, be happy, be sad, be neither happy nor sad, avoid pain. If something resembling a goal happens, then so be it.