NOTE: This post is not sewing related. But for some sewing news, I sketched out my senior prom dress. I think I'll work on it next weekend!
Since forever, my family has had two phones-- upstairs and downstairs. The upstairs one, on a separate line, belonged to my grandma, but nobody ever used it. All of us were always downstairs, except when we slept. Even my grandma's friends called her on the downstairs phone. From time to time, the upstairs phone would ring, but we assumed the calls were from telemarketers and didn't bother picking up the phone.
We canceled the phone line for the upstairs phone after my grandma died. But from time to time, it would still ring. This went on for months, maybe even a year. There's not supposed to be a number that leads to our phone anymore. It was spooky. I even had a couple dreams where I picked up the phone and my grandma or God would answer and tell me what to do...
Eventually, my fearless mother answered the phone. It was some computerized thing about credit cards. Disappointing. I guess it wasn't that spooky of a phone after all. We unplugged it.
So that was like three years ago.
A couple nights ago, I was up in the living room, sitting next to these weird Chinatown underwear my grandma bought Sarah. (They go up super high and have a zippered pocket to hold money and things in. I think I could sew one, but do not worry. I never will.) I'm so lonely. Sew lonely. My parents were asleep and no one else was home, so I was just sittin. That's what I do now that I am (for this month) an only child. Just sitting here under a fuzzy, next to weird underwear.
So it's totally silent, and then, suddenly, I hear this really annoying ringing sound from upstairs. At first, I assume it's Daniel's annoying key finder, which beeps when you whistle, or when it senses any high frequency sound. But Sarah and I dismantled the key finder and hid it downstairs a while ago. I listened again, and it sounds more and more like the upstairs phone. Even though the phone is UNPLUGGED.
At this point, it's past midnight, I'm freaking out, silently, and the hallway leading upstairs looks really scary. THE PHONE IS HAUNTED. There is no explanation for this. The phone keeps ringing for about a minute. And then it rings a couple minutes after, and it doesn't stop.
At this point, I'm through with being quiet. I start shouting "It's ringing! It's ringing!!!!!!!!!!!"
My mom comes out and, somehow, knows exactly what I'm referring to. She goes upstairs, picks up the phone, which is not ringing anymore, reassures me that these things happen (THEY DON'T!) and goes back to bed. I consider going to bed, but then I figure I would much rather blog about something like this. I start the first couple of paragraphs.
Then Sarah and Andrew come home and discover it was Sarah's friend's cell phone, which she left upstairs, and which happens to have the same ring tone that our upstairs phone had. Really, what are the odds?
I'm not sure what to make of this ending. It's not nearly as exciting or crazy as I was hoping for, but that's okay. For the rest of this month, I'll probably still be just as alone late at night, and I'll probably find other things to freak out about, or other weird articles of clothing around the house to mention in my blog. But at least I can take comfort in the fact that my upstairs phone is no longer haunted.