“To start off, my friend Amanda and I always have weird things happening around us whether we are together or not; more so when we’re together. We do try to find logical reasons for the things that happen, but we don’t always succeed. The latest incident was yesterday afternoon, and I’m sharing this to get other opinions on what happened in hopes that someone can find something we didn’t.
The Antique Store
Yesterday afternoon, Amanda and I decided that after her dance rehearsal we would stop by an old antique store, since we were in that town. I personally had never been there and she had only been once before. She did warn me that last time she had gone upstairs to look around when a radio turned on by itself in the next room. There was no one else up there with her. She did take a look, but found no one.
Thinking nothing of it, I went with her this time thinking if anything it was a fluke. We walked around downstairs and I felt like someone was watching me, but there were a lot of people around so I brushed it off. We finally got to the stairs which was a grand staircase. I think it was about 25 steps, maybe more with walls on both sides. When we got to the landing, we decided to go left thinking we’ll save the right side for later.
A Sense of Unease
The left was pretty empty and looked like it was used as older storage. It had four rooms, kinda reminding me of a hotel or brothel with the way it was setup. The feeling of being watched started getting stronger the longer we stayed up there. I started to get a little nervous and told Amanda so. She brushed it off as me being paranoid because of her story and all the people around. At that point, I pointed out we were the only ones upstairs at the moment.
The Falling Saw
We kept going until we finished the entire left side and started walking to the next section. We crossed the stair landing and walked up the next five steps to the section on the right side of the building. We stopped for a moment at the top of the steps, and I asked if last time she felt like she had been watched. As she took a step away from me to look at something, I suddenly felt like she should NOT leave my side. On instinct I took a step to follow her around the half-wall when a giant logging saw fell between us, blade facing us. She turned as she felt the air rush past her and gasped. I stopped dead in my tracks.
The handle of the logging saw shattered the glass shelf that was across the hall and over half the stuff that had been on the shelf. I took one look at Amanda and then the glass on the floor and felt like something else was going to happen. I ran down the stairs to my right and yelled out that something had fallen and that glass was broken. The manager of the store came running up the steps, took one look at Amanda, who had not moved at all, apologized for the saw having startled us, and asked if we were okay. I had gotten a few minor scratches from the glass flying everywhere, mostly on my legs and arms. Amanda was untouched.
At first, we thought maybe it was the flooring that had knocked the saw out. But when we took a look a moment later, there was no reason for it to have moved and it had looked stable a moment earlier. The way the glass broke also looked odd. All the glass had moved in my direction. The shelf and the floor where more sloped and pointed towards Amanda, not me.
Later, after we had left the store, Amanda told me that when the logging saw fell she felt like if she moved or looked anywhere else something else would happen. I told her that I felt that if I stayed put something else was going to fall as well. Between the timing of the falling saw (which definitely would have hit one of us if she had been a minute slower or if I had been quicker) and the glass we figured something was up. So, before we go back there, I want to know what other people think.”
Well, readers, what do you think? What happened in the antiques store? Should she go back?
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