October 7, 2005
The Ghost In My Garage
I was in our laundry room yesterday, doing laundry of all things, when I heard something strange. It was the sound of our garage door being lifted. It was hours until L was due home, so I was duly alarmed. As I peered out the door, I saw that not only had the door lifted, but that it was also closing. And then opening. And then closing. And then, well, you get the picture.

I immediately suspected my devious son of finding the extra remote we keep in his stroller for walks, so I rushed to his room yelling "No! Bad baby!" He gave me a bored look, for he was resting comfortably in his crib, surrounded by his cache of Elmos. I began to worry.

We have one other remote, which L usually keeps in the garage to use when he is doing yard work. After a through inspection of all the natural places in which to hide this, I was unable to locate it (the door is still opening, closing, opening, closing). I cynically wondered if some neighborhood brat had stolen it from our garage and was even now watching my frantic search for the cause of this most unusual occurrence. At this point, I called L, who was able to help me locate the missing remote (outside on the fence, of all places. Isn't that where you would look?).

Now that I had determined that the cause of our over- stimulated garage door was no child, mine or otherwise, I began to worry. The poor little door would keep going and going until it freaked itself out, then it would shut down and you couldn't get it to move, then it would start the whole thing over again. I tried unplugging it, flipping the breaker, and talking to it very nicely, all with no response (except of course, the opening, closing, opening, closing...). Finally, I just locked the back door and hoped no one would steal my blue willow dishes from the garage. Eventually, the door started behaving itself. I am without explanation.


In other news, my mom and I took Hatchling to Khol's last night, as he needs some warm clothes. He saw the wall of Elmo dolls, the Elmo pj's, the Elmo clothes, and he kept shouting "Mo!" (they're tight like that, you know). We ended up having to go the Khol's in another town so that we could purchase a whole Elmo ensemble. Oh yes, he is styling now. Grammy also got him an Elmo juke box thing, which was a Christmas present until she let him play with it in the store, and now it is a "fall" present. It's nice to be spoiled by your Grammy.
7 Comments:
Blogger Carbon said...
Someone in your neighborhood could have the garage door opener set to the same frequency as yours.

My dad once let us hit the remote with every passing garage in our neighborhood once and we opened one.

So, you just have to change frequencies so no one else can open yours :)

Grammy's are great for spoiling huh :)

Blogger desertUndine said...
MommyMaki is probably right - but I kinda fancy the ghost - much more dramatic of a story if you ask me. Although - you've got to embellish it and add in moanings and rattling of chains for it to be campfire-story quality...

Blogger Jill said...
Perfect story for the beginning of October! Surely though, there is some rational explantion. Reminds me of a story I experienced like this.... hubby was gone. I was in bed. Our computer was in our bedroom. I started to hear noises that sounded like those oxygen machines they hook you up to in the hospital. Is wasn't steady, but just every once in a while. I got up and tried to find the cause of the noise, but to no avail. I was tempted to call the police just in case. I lay in exhaustion until I finally fell asleep. Morning came and I went to my computer only to realize I had my Microsoft Assistant set to the little man - who had been snoring the night before..... DUH!!!

Blogger AfricaBleu said...
I still think it was that baby boy of yours somehow - he's devilish smart, that one - kind of like Jack-Jack on "The Incredibles."

Blogger Leonardo said...
We have a "rolling code" garage door. That means there is something like 100,000 codes that rotate embedded in the frequency that is transmitted. For another opener to open our door. It would have to be on the same frequency & the same code at the same time. Probably RF interference from some high output RF source (i.e. airplane radios, truck radios, Ham radios, unsheilded electric motors, cheap consumer electronics, solar flares, just to name a few :)

Blogger Sluwho said...
Or.....it could be that creepy slimy thing that visited me one night...footsteps coming up stairs..doorknob turning..me frozen stiff not being able to move or scream and seeing "it" come over and sit on my bed and reach out and touch me...cold deathlike touch. Crying out to God in my heart was what made it get up and leave. No...I am not bonkers..(and by the way, I am not referring to my husband either!)

Blogger D&E Bell said...
We had the same problem at my childhood house. During thunderstorms, the garage door would go up and down unexplicably. We always thought is was possessed.