On pounding, and OMG, where is the origin of the hideous pounding?
Something in my house is pounding, and I don’t know what it is. I’m sitting in the living room when I first hear it. It is coming from somewhere by the laundry closet, kids’ room. At first, my imagination says it sounds like someone is trying to pound through the window and OMG, steal my kids! I go back by their door, and it stops. I open the door and go in, and nothing. Both kids are asleep, and there is no crazed stranger crawling into the room through the window. I sit back down, and moments later hear it again. This time I go out on the back deck which wraps around the house to the kids’ window. I see nothing there either. I come back in and log into work so I can get a few things done. I hear it again. This time I think, dryer? It kind of sounds like someone slamming the dryer door shut. I open the laundry closet, and the door is shut. I pull on it to find it is also latched. I open and shut it–it sounds a lot like my mystery noise. I slam it shut and double check that it is latched. I’m go back in the living room to check my mail, and OMG, frakin’ pounding! It still sounds like it is in the kids’ room. I walk in there again to silence — well, Ada snoring which is not so much silence, and while she is loud, she doesn’t sound like the dryer door slamming shut.
I’m now sitting back down. Seriously, please no more pounding.
Yo, Edgar! Get out of Mel & Mac’s house! Thought I told you not to torment the already tormented. Man, the little bugger has no sense of decency.
Sorry for the trouble, ma’am.
Mr. Poe.