(December 3, 2015 at 8:52 am)Catholic_Lady Wrote: Yep, you are correct. It was evidence for myself only but not something I would ever use to try to prove to anyone else because all they would have was my word.
Let me get this straight. You believe something most extraordinary on the basis of one piece of evidence, that you won't share for whatever reason and that apparently you have not corroborated? Is that what you're saying?
Here's a bit of personal testimony for you. I swear on all I used to hold dear that the following actually happened, but you're free to dispute it as you wish. I will present the facts as I uncovered them at the time.
Way, way back in the day, probably around '02 or 3, my Sam was living in a small ground floor bedsit flat in Darlaston, about three miles up the road from me. She'd moved out of the family home but we'd not moved in together. The flat was right next to the main security door for the block (or complex for the Atlantically-challenged) and she used to get drunken idiots knocking the windows of a Friday night, wanting to be let in.
I would usually be staying with her most nights, young love and all that. The beauty of the place was that once the light was off, the bedroom/living room was totally dark and peaceful, perfect for snuggling up together in a delightfully single sized bed.
One night, at around stupid o'clock in the dead of the morning, we were settling down to sleep when there came the distinct sharp sound of the letterbox being rattled. Bang - bang. Like that. Two raps and nothing more. There had been no sound of footsteps or other doors going, or voices, or indeed any other sound at all. Dead silence. We both lay there frozen in shock. "Who the fuck's that?" asked Sam. I got out of bed, opened the living room door and went to the front door just to the right of it. I looked through the spyhole. Nothing there.
The front door is set back from the communal passageway by a couple of feet, leaving a short passage walled on either side. Nowhere for anyone to hide without being seen. The passageway floor is stone tiled, and there had been no footsteps. To make sure, I went out and checked. Not a living soul about. The letterbox itself was weighted; not sprung, but heavy. Unlikely that a draught would cause it to rattle, and there was no draught anyway. Besides, two knocks and nothing else? Isn't that a purely human thing?
Based on all this, what is the most likely explanation? I'll reveal the answer later.
At the age of five, Skagra decided emphatically that God did not exist. This revelation tends to make most people in the universe who have it react in one of two ways - with relief or with despair. Only Skagra responded to it by thinking, 'Wait a second. That means there's a situation vacant.'
