Okay, the “mice”. Just engorged on some homemade pizza, and better type this in before I get The Itis and fall asleep.
K, so a friend of mine is really into eerie things. Does meditation, astral travel, all that fun stuff. Before he moved, any time we hung out, we always had to “do something”, like visit this hole-in-the-wall repository of ancient texts in lower Manhattan (!!), a temple of something or another in Flushing, you name it.
Well, he “travels” to these different “planes of existence” and somehow always meets up with juvenile delinquents of the Spirit World™. Anyway, it’s fun, a blast even, and sometimes a different “piece of the puzzle” snaps into place.
This time, though, he calls to just hang out.
“Uhhh, not ‘do something’ or ‘go somewhere’?”
“Nope, just hang out. I’ll order pizza.”
Hmmm. I can smell something’s up, but wotdahell.
So we hang out, pizza comes shortly, dark b33r in the fridge just for me (woohoo!). Channel flipping, some Three Stooges marathon or something (yeah, like AC/DC, I can only take both in small doses before it all just blurs together), and eventually one of the Indiana Jones flicks that I never saw before.
Every now and then, though, I see darting movements out of the corner of my eye. Turn and look… and nothing. Then in front, near the teevee. Look at where the motion was, and nothing. Goes on, and on, and on, for almost an hour. Finally, as I’m looking at my plate in front of me on the coffee table, right at my friggin’ feet some little… thing… darts out from the ~1” gap under the coffee table, right across my feet, then back under the coffee table. I jump back, kicking back and bashing my toes on the coffee table, seeing stars, and shriek out, “JESUS CHRIST!!!”.
“What??”
“Wtf ‘what’? You got f’n mice in here or something?? The f’n thing ran right across my feet!!”
“THANK YOU!! I thought I was going f’n crazy! I keep seeing these little shiitheads all over, and thought I was going crazy!”
“So you dragged ME into it??”
He goes on to explain that yeah, after one of his “trips”, he started seeing those things around his apartment. Motion, motion, motion, but nothing “sitting still” where they’d stop. Sets up a go-pro with motion detector turned on. Nothing, not all night, not when he’s there and seeing them, nothing. Then leaves it recording nonstop ’til it runs down. Scans the entire video, nothing. So he’s seeing them, but nothing on video.
So of course, he invites me there to see if I see anything, without telling me. Thanks a lump.
And for a while after, I’d see the occasional “mouse” every so often, but it stopped after a while.