Paranoid Or Pattern?

Seriously.

There are at least seven items missing from my house after the move.  I shall describe them for you.

• 2 floating shelves, walnut in color, bought originally at WAL-Mart, still in their original packaging with hardware, never opened.
• 2 curtain rods, black with decorative crystal balls on the ends, originally bought at the Christmas Tree Shoppe, still in their original packaging with hardware, never opened.
• 2 Large U-shaped floating shelves, walnut in color, bought originally at Target, didn’t come in any kind of packaging or with hardware.
• 1 decorative Christmas card holder, silver, shaped like a Christmas tree, originally bought at WAL-Mart, still in original packaging, never opened.

These things simply aren’t in my house.  I know I myself brought the curtain rods into the house and put them in the Music Room closet before the movers arrived but no one remembers seeing them again.  No one remembers seeing any of the other items once they left the apartment.

Now, maybe these things looked like they weren’t being used but I actually had plans for them.  The U-shaped shelves were actually in use.  The card holder was bought on sale at the end of the holidays.  The other things weren’t put up at the last place in anticipation of having a new home.

Not to mention, they were my things.  I paid for them.  I loved them.

Someone clearly has taken them.  I mean, I don’t think I’m being paranoid here.  There’s obviously a pattern.  I don’t even think I’m reaching.  It’s not like my mother’s unicorn she never found after she moved to New Mexico five years ago.  These are all clearly things that are still in their store-bought packages (except the U-shape shelves) that could be returned to their stores or given as gifts.  Let’s face it, WAL-Mart will take anything back.  And you can sell anything on  e-bay if it’s in good condition.

Last week, I tried to call the mover’s office because my dad thought they might have accidentally picked up his channelpliers, which turns out to not have been true because it turns out he didn’t bring them with him at all.  I called and left messages three times on their machine.  They’ve never returned my call.  I didn’t sound accusatory or anything, just said who I was and asked for them to call me at such and such number.

I think it’s very suspicious.

My dad thinks I shouldn’t rule out the cable guy or the telephone repair man either, but I think they didn’t have quite the free run of the house and we might have noticed them carrying boxes about.

Thing is I can’t prove it and it’s driving me quite mad.  I keep wandering around my house looking for my missing things like they might suddenly appear — you know, like you do when you misplace your pen or scissors.

It doesn’t help that Pugly keeps barking at boxes I randomly bring up from the basement to unpack for Christmas decorating.  If he doesn’t see me put it there, it’s as if it’s invaded the home and it must have magically appeared.  He will bark and bark and bark even after I pick it up and show it to him.  Then he will look at me like I’m crazy for picking it up and he’ll back away.

This only helps to instill in my paranoid brain that maybe there is a ghostie in the house hiding my things in some secret spot and giggling at my madness.   Granted, the curtain rods were kind of gaudy but what does the ghostie have against floating shelves?

Tags: paranoia, robbers, movers, ghost, the puppy