Today’s Afternoon Inquisition deals with a mysterious occurrence. I will give you all the details after the fold, and you can use your critical thinking skills to solve the mystery. Or, if you prefer to just share a strange experience of your own, you may use the comments for that as well.
However, if you veer too far off topic andÂ the thread devolves intoÂ dirty limericks, I will have to step in and judge whether they are worthy of the thread, and if they are deemed unworthy, you will be subject to ridicule from the whole of the Shepchick readership.
But for now, the mystery awaits.
A few nights ago, I woke in theÂ forgotten hours of the night with a powerful thirst that could not wait until morning. As is the case with most of you, I hate getting up in the middle of the night, especially when I have a really good sleep going. But I opened my mouth and aÂ wool sweaterÂ actually rolled out onto my pillow. I had to get up.
SoÂ I rose from my warm comfortable bed growling and grumbling and griping, and doing many other things that start with ‘gr‘, and IÂ hauled my 180 poundsÂ ofÂ groggy flesh to the kitchen to get a drink.
Staggering out of my bedroom without turning on any lights, eyes half closed, I didn’t even care that my downstairs neighbor might be disturbed by me trumbling across the hardwood floor. I did, however, take special careÂ to watch where I was going, because I didn’t want to do one of those “pinky toe-meet the coffee table” things. You know, one of those minor bumps with a piece of furniture that nonetheless feels like your lower leg has been shoved into a wood chipper. So I kept my admittedly blurred vision on the well-finished floorboards in front of me.
Well, when I came out of my bedroom and into the dark living room, I saw something unusual. The section of the floor that I crossed, from the bedroom to the living room, only takes about four or five steps, but as I walked on my way to get a drink, those four or five steps lit up!
That’s right. Each time I stepped, the floor around my foot creaked a bit and lit up, likeÂ the sidewalk in the old Michael Jackson video for Billy Jean (though not as brightly as in the video).
In my half conscious state, I just let go an amused chuff, and continued to get my drink. Upon returning to bed, crossing the same section of floor, each of my steps once more lit up. Another amused chuff, and I collapsed back into bed, ready to return to my pornographic dreams.
But as I was getting comfortable again, it dawned on me that I had just experienced something unusualÂ â€” twice. And though I thought it interesting, I was too tired to get up again to explain what had happened.
When I got home last night, I remembered my trip to the refrigerator, and decided to try to figure out what had happened. So I drew the blinds in the living room against the street lights across the way, turned off all the interior lights, and traced the same path as before.
I laughed at what I discovered. The cause of my strange experience was anything but unusual, but I could see how a person not prepared toÂ analyze might be fooled into thinking somethingÂ out of the ordinaryÂ was taking place.
So what do you think?
What wasÂ the true nature of my path of illumination?
(FYI: All the clues you need to solve the mystery are included in the post.)