A few years back I was playing Dance Dance Revolution on the Xbox. You know, where the game sensors pick up your heat and display your heat outline on the television. So, as I'm doing a dance, dancing my lil heart out a second heat signature appears. I slow my dancing down but don't stop, I mean, I don't want to ruin the game. I watch it for the rest of the song and it appears to be a young girl sitting on the couch behind me.
Now that I'm thinking this through, it was obviously a long time ago bc Hippie Cop (that's how I'm going to refer to my husband from now on) was outside smoking a cigarette and he hasn't smoked in like 8-10 years. Well, he finally comes in from smoking and I say " Hey. Dude. Look." So now he's looking at me like I'm crazy. I'm still dancing, but gesturing to the tv with a few nods in that direction. He sees it. I'm not crazy. It's there. There's a freaking ghost girl sitting on my couch. I say ghost girl bc it looked like it had long flowy hair, but it totally could've been a dude, I have no way of knowing. Anyway. Story time.
So Hippie Cop runs over to the couch and starts moving pillows and blankets to see if there happens to be magically be something scientific. Something that would produce a heat signature that could make this make sense. It doesn't. The figure stays in the same place sitting in the middle of the couch the whole time he's moving stuff. Hippie Cop then went in the kitchen to take a shot of tequila (what? we liked to party when we were off work!) and when he returned, he sat on his end of the couch, the left side. The heat signature immediately moved over, to the right, away from him. Apparently this chick did not want to sit beside him too closely. Hippie Cop immediately goes to moving stuff again. He moves the two blankets (one for us and one for our pet rats at the time to play in), and he moves both pillows. The heat signature doesn't move. I shrug and give up on trying to figure it out and turn the console off.
I finished my game/dance workout and said I was going to go get a shower, so, I went upstairs, took a shower and returned approximately 30 minutes later. It was time to feed by guinea pig, Rolo. So I went to the kitchen and got him some veggies (spring mix, tomatoes and carrots) and returned to the cage beside the couch. Now, Rolo usually squeaks when he hears the refrigerator door open. He usually lets me know immediately that he's ready for veggie time. He didn't make a sound. I spoke softly to him afraid of the truth, "Rolo, come out of your house buddy, it's time to eat." "Hippie Cop no. No no no no no."
"What is it?"
I lifted the lightweight plastic house off Rolo to find that he was dead. He'd been dead about 30 minutes to an hour. He was stiff, but not stiff as a board.
You can spin it how you want to, but I'm convinced that little girl sitting on my couch was the grim reaper, come to take Rolo away.
There was a television series called Dead Like Me. I don't know if you ever watched it, but in that show the grim reaper for animals was actually a young child. A young boy to be exact. The premise of the story is that when you die you can do a few things to make the world run smoothly to gain favor in the afterlife. I couldn't help but thinking about the little boy in the tv series taking the soul of what I believe was a yellow lab in the vet's office. What do you think we saw?
Is the grim reaper real enough to have a heat signature?
If not, what else could it have been?
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