That whale’s going to have one hell of a bruise
Last night, about 1:30 in the morning, I heard a BANG. At first I thought maybe a box fell over in the next room — I’d bought some boots online as an early birthday present to myself but they were too small so I had to repack them to send back, but I’d left the box on top of a Salvation Army donations bag and it had already slid off once, so maybe it slid off again? I couldn’t imagine it would make that sharp a noise, but there was no way to know unless I got up and looked. I got up and looked, the box was where I’d left it.
I opened the door to Jackson’s room.
“What are you doing here?”
“I heard a BANG.”
“No kidding. It ruined the dream I was having.”
“Are you okay?”
“Yes. Why is my Xbox turned sideways?”
His Xbox was sideways, and the pile of headphones and cords that normally lives underneath the Xbox had been blown a foot to the right. Also a box full of Lego people was all over the floor.
I opened his window shade and looked out. Nothing unusual. It didn’t occur to me that there might be a bullet hole somewhere. No, that didn’t occur to me until I’d gone back to bed and decided it would be a good time to terrify myself. (There is no bullet hole.)
Right now my options for an explanation are as follows:
- The Navy is refining their pinpoint sonic testing out in the Channel and one of their beams ricocheted off a whale and the shock wave hit Jackson’s wall
- Pinpoint earthquake
- Psychic phenomenon/haunting/poltergeist/full moon