Is That Creepy or What?

There’s been a lot going on lately, so my mind was already in a bit of a weird place. Then, when we learned of the passing of my uncle, it got even stranger.

Strange really isn’t the right word. I think it’s only natural upon learning of the death of a loved one or friend to start thinking about things. Not just life in general, but all sorts of things.

I’m not a religious person. I’ve said that before. I don’t really believe in Heaven. But I do know that if there is a Heaven, I probably won’t end up there. Not that I’m a bad person. But since I’m not a church-goer, I don’t do the sort of stuff that Christian people do to secure their spot in Heaven.

Today being Easter and all, I couldn’t help but ponder all of this a bit.

I had lots of extra time to think, too. Since we don’t celebrate Easter now that the kids are grown, I spent most of yesterday and today hanging slate wall tile. (I know this all sounds a bit disjointed, but it is going somewhere. Promise.)

Slate wall tile (still needs grout)

Not that I spent two days agonizing over the religion thing. It’s just important for you to know where my mind was to understand why a certain event that happened today freaked me right the Hell out.

I don’t really buy into the God as one supreme being thing, but I do believe in ghosts and demons. (Which doesn’t make a whole lot of sense, I know. If there are ghosts and demons, couldn’t there also be a God and angels?) I’m a big fan of horror movies and novels. I love a good ghost story. And stories about stuff like vampires.

I’ll never forget that scene in the movie from Salem’s Lot when the kid materialized from the fog outside another kids window. His eyes were glowing. And he was scratching on the window (cue the fingernails on a chalkboard sound). Cause everyone knows vampires can’t get in unless you invite them.

Another movie scene that always spooks me a bit is when words spontaneously appear on mirrors. Especially when they just gradually materialize.

But I digress. Sort of.

Because this afternoon, as I sat admiring the slate tiles I’d spent so much time installing, I saw something that really startled me. Weirded me out completely is more like it.

I mean, think about it. You’re sitting there in a sort-of-dark room, looking closely at one tile and then another, admiring the different color variations, patterns, textures, etc., when you see this.

Is that some sort of message?

Different colors, patterns, etc. are one thing. But that slate tile very clearly says “sin”.

Really, look again at this shot, which I darkened for sake of clarity.


Holy crap! My heart actually skipped a beat when I saw that. It was VERY freaky.

“Sin”? What sort of crazy omen is that!?!

I was seriously freaked out for several agonizing seconds.

That’s when I leaned to the left a bit and looked closer at my mysterious message. Clearly, I’ve been thinking way too hard about stuff lately. Because here’s what I saw upon closer inspection.

That was no paranormal message I saw. It was a stupid shadow! It didn’t say “sin” either. It said “Singer” as in old sewing machine.


Crazy, eh?

Would you have been similarly weirded-out if you saw what appeared to be a message from the great beyond? Especially a message like mine, albeit short, with religious overtones. On Easter?

6 Replies to “Is That Creepy or What?”

  1. All about perspective. I would probably have viewed it as an instruction to do something fun 😉

    I’m very sorry to hear about the passing of your uncle. ::hug::

    the tiles look great – you’re doing a terrific job.

    Your own imagination can really scare the heck out of you. Its amazing how willing we can be to suspend rational thought and go completely off the rails. I can scare myself pretty badly, too.

    1. See, Rachel? That’s why I don’t worry too much. Because people like you will be right there with me wherever I end up in the hereafter. 🙂

      Trace, the big beers could have something to do with it if I’d been drinking them. I think I just have an overactive imagination.

  2. I’m sorry about your Uncle’s passing.

    My first thought was “that cannot be for real, no way Ms. ToadMama wouldn’t have noticed it when she put it on the wall”. You really must have been zoned in on inspecting each individual tile. Gorgeous wall, by the way, LOVE it!

    I’m fascinated that you view Christians as having to do stuff to secure a spot in heaven. Because that’s not how I see it at all.

  3. Ha! That’s an understandable reaction.

    But what it also shows is something I’ve learned after four decades: we see what we are capable of seeing. Our minds recognize some patterns but not others. We arrange “reality” into concepts we can grasp.

    Proof of this is readily seen when two people look at the same thing and see something different. It’s who we are that we project outward. So when a religious person sees the face of Jesus in a piece of toast and considers it a miracle, an atheist may disagree. Great post.

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