"The Incident"

Sorry, I forgot about this.

So, it was the second night in our new house. I had made my rounds of checking and double checking the kids, looking in all the closets and under the beds, checking the doors, putting furniture in front of the doors.... Can we say obsessive? I think so. It's exhausting to be me. Anyway, I had just laid down in bed. It was around 11:00 pm.

Chris and I heard a crash.

A loud crash.

We both described it later as someone standing in the middle of the kitchen and dropping a glass dish that busted into a million pieces all over the floor.

We both jumped out of bed.

We checked the kids.

They were fine.

I grabbed a three hole punch for Chris to carry as a weapon. That was all I could find.

Chris checked all the windows.

They were secure. None busted.

We looked in the kitchen for something broken.

Found nothing.

I began to open boxes labeled glass to see if something broke in a box.

Found nothing, plus it was all in paper and couldn't have made that sound.

We finally went back to bed and I stayed up, just sitting there, for as long as my eyes would allow.

I can't explain what it was and I'm not making any assumptions about it, but the next night I did leave my Bible open on the island in the kitchen.