I was reading a poem by Mike Powers and it brought to mind a freaky event in my own house. That happened not once but several times.
A couple of years ago my son brought a friend to stay a week with us. She was nice and we were on our best behavior. The house was full of people as it always is when my son is around. We were accommodating parents and employed our time elsewhere when he had friends over. We gave him the use of the main level of our tri-level home for entertaining.
With the advent of young people there are always many electronic gadgets lying around, often under blankets or in the pockets of hoodies hanging on the coat tree, even under the sofa or tables. It was all these places I searched when he and his friend were out and I heard the first pings.
Of course I was downstairs in our family room. It is a finished room but is half below ground and half above. Sounds could be muffled and I ignored the first ping. And the second ping which sounded a few moments later. It was the third ping that sent me up into the main floor and searching for the cause so I could turn it off. It sounded like a piano but couldn’t be. No one was at home.
An electronic piano ping would not be unusual as my son writes music for his keyboard and I was not unduly alarmed. I did not find anything and went back to my desk in the far corner of the family room downstairs. Again I heard a ping. By now I realized the pings were different notes and it was definitely the piano. I have another son who loves practical jokes and I thought he might be teasing me. I then searched the entire house. No. I was definitely alone. I began to feel very uncomfortable.
Instead of going back to my desk I sat down in the living room and waited. Again I heard the ping. It came from the piano. I was definitely freaked. I did not see if a key moved because I was not looking at the piano at that moment. I did remove everything off the piano, I looked inside, I moved it out and looked behind it. I played a few notes. Nothing.
Very cautiously I retreated to the sofa and I sat and stared at the keyboard. Nothing. Now, we have lived in the house for more than twenty years at that time and I have never heard the piano play on it’s own. As my mind wandered I heard another ping. No way! It was spooky how missed it again. I was thinking of just leaving the house when my son and his friend came in.
Babbling like a lunatic I was relating the story to two people looking at me very skeptically. We all three sat down and listened. Nothing. I demanded to know if anything electronic might have been the culprit. Shoulders shrugged, I was advised to calm down. They lost interest and I looked foolish. It did not ping again the rest of her visit. I’m sure she was glad to leave as I spent the rest of the time trying to look and appear normal while explaining over and over what I heard.
That was almost two years ago. Recently, maybe three months ago, the piano pinged. I raced upstairs and looked at it. I called my husband into the room. It pinged again while we were talking. We both heard it. We searched inside the piano, we looked behind it and under it. The diligent seach ruled out a mouse or other creature. We never saw a key move. The piano pinged a variety of notes for several hours and mysteriously stopped.
There must be a good explanation for the spooky pings, but I haven’t found it.