A few months ago I wrote about the haunted hole in our backyard. To recap: last summer after filling the hole with dirt only to later find the dirt all washed out and the hole filled with water again I filled it with tiny rocks which were then mysteriously removed.
I don’t want the hole to fill up with water because then it becomes a breeding pond for mosquitoes.
This summer I tried dirt again and it didn’t work, so I added more dirt and placed a large rock in the hole thinking, hey, just like the small rocks this rock will be removed within a few days and then I’ll write something funny about it. As Robert Burns said the best laid rocks gang aft agley. And then the rock sat there. And sat there. And sat there. I accepted two things: first the holey ghost had a sense of humor and by writing about it I’d taken all the fun out of the joke, and, second, I’d finally solved the mosquito problem.
And there was a third thing I had to accept: the term “spunk-water” I quoted from The Adventures Of Tom Sawyer didn’t result in unusual search results bringing anyone here. Neither did the fact that the hole, formed by two trees that have grown together, does sort of resemble a certain part of female anatomy as pointed out by Jamie of The Pinknoam.
Anyway here’s the hole a few days ago:
No joke. The ghost was back. At first I thought it only moved the rock aside slightly because psychokinesis requires a great deal of energy regardless of what you see in the movies, but then I realized it was mocking me.
The dirt at least is still there, but sooner or later it’s going to rain. This just might turn into a trilogy.
Holy shit, did you hear the theme song to “Twilight Zone” start playing in your head when you saw the rocks in a neat pile next to the tree? What animal would be so orderly? Do you think it could be a neighbor or family member who reads your blog and also has access to your backyard who is f*cking with you a little? I was tempted to write in a joking way, “OK, I fess up. It was me. I drove to Nashville and back to my city with the sole purpose of taking those rocks out of the hole. Got ya!”. But then it would mean that I somehow found out your address which seems creepy and stalkerish. But it would be funny, I have to admit…
This is creepy, but the rocks in a neat pile are from the previous owners of the house who buried a beloved pet there. Hopefully after it died. That might explain a few things, though.
How I forgot to mention that there’s a “pet sematary” right next to the haunted hole is beyond me.
What is it with Jamie and vaginas? And although I find the idea of a haunted hole or super-sized mosquitoes intriguing, could it be that the hole filled up with water underneath the rock and the water’s movement sort of lifted the rock out and over? I know, totally BOR-ING explanation (not to mention probably very unscientific since I am totally dense in regards to anything “science”).
That would actually be quite an intriguing explanation and, I think, even plausible if the rock were large enough and just the right shape to fit perfectly around the hole. Then water seeping from underneath might be able to lift the rock, and it might then fall over on its side. But the dirt would be displaced as well.
The Scully in me knows there’s a perfectly reasonable explanation, but the Mulder still wants to believe.
I loved the X-Files!
I had a crush on both of them.
It’s not hard to see why. The chemistry between them was a large part of what made the show so much fun. And, thinking of how people change, I always thought Mulder and Scully changed each other for the better. He made her a little more open-minded, and she distracted him from his porn collection.
I have no idea what’s going on here.
Actually, I must have some idea.