It was 10:30 p.m., and I was sitting at my sewing machine wrapping up the night’s work on the wedding dress. The kids were in bed. The Narrator was out of town for the night for work. Just as I was finishing a seam, I heard a really loud bump. I mean a REALLY LOUD BUMP! It rattled the closed door that was next to me and sounded like it shook the house. I grabbed my cell phone and the most dangerous thing I could think of that I knew how to wield – my gingher sewing scissors with really sharp points. I tiptoed through the house checking on the kids and looking in every closet and corner of the house. My heart was still racing. It was very dark outside, and I don’t ever remember being that scared before. So I did the most logical thing I could think of next. I called my Dad. He was 1,200 miles away. He was in bed.
He answered, “Hello?” With a shaky voice I said, “Um, Hi. Are you in bed?” As if that mattered. He said, “Yes, what’s wrong?” So I proceeded to tell him about the Really Loud Bump. He said, “Why don’t you call a neighbor and have them check the outside of the house? Or the cops if you really think you need to.” Oh a neighbor! What a great idea! Someone close who can actually do something.
I hung up quickly and called the neighbors across the street who I was sure would still be up. Voicemail. I peeked out the window, both their cars were in the driveway. I was still scared. I was still carrying the scissors. I opened my computer and did the next logical thing I could think of. I started instant messaging my father-in-law. He was also over 1,200 miles away. I told him about the Really Loud Bump.
I was still scared and still carrying the scissors, I did the third most logical thing I could think of. I called The Narrator who I was 100% positive was asleep in bed, 1,000 miles away. He answered and I told him aboutÂ the ReallyÂ Loud Bump. I’m not sure he heard a word I said since I woke him from a deep sleep, but I told him I’d try calling the neighbors again and he said that was a good idea.
I peeked out the window and called the neighbor again and this time she answered. She obviously hadn’t heard my voicemail yet, so I told her about the Really Loud Bump, and I added, “It was on the side of the house with the mystery neighbors!” She replied, “ooooh. I’ll send hubby over right now to walk around the outside of your house.”
Mystery neighbors. The house next door was sold to a “We Buy Houses” sign, or the people behind the sign. A group came in and replaced carpet and the front door and put a For Sale sign in the yard. Then we saw people moving in mattresses and the sign came down. But the realtor’s lock stayed on the front door. And the realty signs are in the back yard. And we never see anyone coming or going or getting their mail. Just lights on at night. We got a package for them this week by mistake and I made The Narrator take it over. No one answered. He left it on the doorstep. It’s the mystery that everyone on our street is talking about.
Neighbor’s husband checked the house while I chatted with her on the phone, peeking out my front window the whole time. He didn’t see anything and said Mystery House was quiet. They told me to call if I needed anything. I promised I would. I checked the kids 15 more times and then decided to sleep on the couch with my cell phone and scissors within my reach. I tossed and turned all night long.
First thing in the morning I texted my Dad to tell him I survived the night. My father-in-law had emailed and instant messaged and I told him too that I survived the night. I went outside and the neighbor asked if everything was ok. I told her we were fine but it was still a mystery as to what made the Really Loud Bump. I did see a palm tree branch by the side of the house. That might have been it.
The Narrator made it home that night and I proceeded to tell him that I thought maybe a palm branch had made the Really Loud Bump. He looked at me funny, and I asked, “Do you remember that I called you at 10:30 last night really freaked out about a Really Loud Bump?” He said, “Oh yeah!” He was obviously out of it when I called, so I laughed and proceeded to re-count for him my logical steps and scissor-carrying night.
My brother called me two days later, “So I heard a Really Loud Bump and I don’t know what to do!” I told him to shut it. Little brothers.