Today’s “Scene from the Cemetery Dance Office” requires an introduction. Kate and I were at the office alone this afternoon while everyone else was out to lunch. The Post Office truck showed up for their daily pick-up, so we opened the big warehouse dock door, something we’ve done thousands of times over the last 10 years. Only something happened this time that has never happened before.
A few years ago, at the back of the warehouse, around the corner from the main floor, we mounted a basketball game from the top of the mezzanine. Do you know the kind of game I mean? There’s a basketball hoop with a backboard, and embedded in the backboard is a scoreboard and a timer. The game keeps track of how many shots Player A sinks in 30 seconds, then Player B takes a turn and tries to beat that score. We played this game a lot during the first six months we had it, to the point that we kept a sheet with “records” like “most points in 30 seconds” and “longest shot made,” etc. Although the game is still plugged in, it hasn’t been turned on and played in ages.
Well, today, when that warehouse door rolled up, the game suddenly turned on all by itself. We hadn’t heard the game’s musical chimes in so long that we didn’t even realize what had happened at first. Kate thought it was a noise from the truck and I thought the office’s alarm system had somehow been tripped, which means you have a few seconds to enter the code before all of the sirens go off and the cops show up.
Then we heard a very familiar sound: the special chime that indicates a shot has been sunk and a point awarded. Only the game didn’t chime once, it was chiming over and over, faster and faster.
By the time I got around the corner, the 30 seconds was up and Player A’s game was over. But the score definitely beat all of our records from years ago:
Inspiration for your next book?
…….so who says this isn’t the start of a very interesting story – I mean, just sit back, put your feet up, grab a Glenmorrangie….and read what you’ve just written again …..slowly …… it READS like a storyline !!!!!!!
Funny how reality becomes our next fantasy/fiction 🙂
Flick my bic that’s odd! Scary-strange too. 97 points in 30 seconds, wowzers!
Yes, whoever it was is VERY good at the game. 🙂
Odd? More like, spooky! Get the hell out of there!
A touch of Stephen King in that anecdote … Machines which come to life.
Luckily, I don’t think this one can do us any harm…!
I beg to differ. Anything with String can most certainly be dangerous. Don’t turn ur back on it
did lebron stop by? what a nice guy, so generous.
HA! Who knew, right?
What was the truck delivering? There’s probably a message there…..
Oops – I see they were picking up, not delivering. So what were they picking up?
Grab Bags and A Book of Horrors! 🙂
So if I find my house is haunted after I have received my purchases I’ll know where it came from – slipped onto the truck so it could visit one of us. Hope it gets along with my current resident ghost. 😉
I am totally with Chris Meeson. You have a book with this one.If you do not to write it maybe ” toss it ” to Stephen King.
This is definitely my favorite CDP post to date. Thanks, Brian!
You’re welcome! Seemed like a fun way to end the week, and it pretty much screamed “mention me!” when it happened.
My guess is that it was a cry for a game! Did you go shoot back?
Sounds like a ghost who just wanted to um….pass some time! 🙂
Spookies obviously waiting for the NBA finals to conclude to maximize their attention-getting opportunity!!
Creepy! Wonder if your resident ghost likes the Heat.
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