I know most of you know about my thing-that-is-in-my-room/closet from
ontdcreepy posts but if you don't...it is a...thing that lives in my closet and keeps my stuff safe and will retrieve/locate lost objects if asked, as long as they're uh...upstairs I think is its range. And it tends to attack people in my room that it doesn't like. It gave my brother a nosebleed last time he slept in my room xD
Anyways I have finally figured out a shorter term for it, it is my Closet Keeper 6 u 9
And this just happened, so I thought y'all might appreciate the share...this morning Tripper (the dog) came upstairs to sleep with me once everybody else had gone to school/work. He brought a ball upstairs with him because...he's a lab, if there is a ball he will carry it everywhere forever until someone throws it for him or he loses it. Usually the second. So he brought the ball upstairs and was laying on the bed with me and I petted him for a bit...he dropped the ball (of course) and it rolled under dad's desk, which is against the same wall as the closet (my closet is a walk-in with two entrances - it runs the entire length of one wall of the room, with doors on either side of the room).
So Tripper jumps up off the bed like a lunging mad animal to go get the ball he dropped. He goes under the desk...backs up, sniffs in the waste basket next to the desk instead with his 'I'm being a polite dog' body language; basically, the way he would sniff at something on the ground if we ran across another dog on a walk and he was interacting politely. He came back to my bed, sans ball. I figured it was stuck under part of the desk he couldn't get to or something.
So about a half hour ago mom says she wants to go play fetch with him in the yard; I say he left a ball in my room and go upstairs to get it. Tripper follows me, galumphing around like a madman because he heard the word 'ball' come out of my lips, and starts tearing around the room in his excitement. I go over to check under the desk...no ball??? I ask Tripper where the ball is. He is of no help and grabs one of my plushies in his excitement. I check my bed, then realize - balls roll; Closet Keeper tends to keep objects somewhere if they can get away on their own. So I ask if it knows where the ball is.
I got a nonverbal 'yes', and suddenly Tripper is scrambling past/under me to get under the desk, and emerges with...the lost ball! YAY
(I guess I should specify also that of course I thank my Closet Keeper whenever it retrieves something for me; and also that it is NOT a colony of house faeries/brownies/whatever one would like to call them. I'm not sure what it is, but it's a single entity, usually about 4ft high, but occasionally taller for reasons I do not understand...which is one of the reasons I think it definitely isn't any sort of faerie, I've never known them to change size. TBH my strongest suspicion is that it's a thoughtform that occurred as a result of my protectiveness of my physical possessions and my personal space...I've been in that room for a rather long time)
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Anyways I have finally figured out a shorter term for it, it is my Closet Keeper 6 u 9
And this just happened, so I thought y'all might appreciate the share...this morning Tripper (the dog) came upstairs to sleep with me once everybody else had gone to school/work. He brought a ball upstairs with him because...he's a lab, if there is a ball he will carry it everywhere forever until someone throws it for him or he loses it. Usually the second. So he brought the ball upstairs and was laying on the bed with me and I petted him for a bit...he dropped the ball (of course) and it rolled under dad's desk, which is against the same wall as the closet (my closet is a walk-in with two entrances - it runs the entire length of one wall of the room, with doors on either side of the room).
So Tripper jumps up off the bed like a lunging mad animal to go get the ball he dropped. He goes under the desk...backs up, sniffs in the waste basket next to the desk instead with his 'I'm being a polite dog' body language; basically, the way he would sniff at something on the ground if we ran across another dog on a walk and he was interacting politely. He came back to my bed, sans ball. I figured it was stuck under part of the desk he couldn't get to or something.
So about a half hour ago mom says she wants to go play fetch with him in the yard; I say he left a ball in my room and go upstairs to get it. Tripper follows me, galumphing around like a madman because he heard the word 'ball' come out of my lips, and starts tearing around the room in his excitement. I go over to check under the desk...no ball??? I ask Tripper where the ball is. He is of no help and grabs one of my plushies in his excitement. I check my bed, then realize - balls roll; Closet Keeper tends to keep objects somewhere if they can get away on their own. So I ask if it knows where the ball is.
I got a nonverbal 'yes', and suddenly Tripper is scrambling past/under me to get under the desk, and emerges with...the lost ball! YAY
(I guess I should specify also that of course I thank my Closet Keeper whenever it retrieves something for me; and also that it is NOT a colony of house faeries/brownies/whatever one would like to call them. I'm not sure what it is, but it's a single entity, usually about 4ft high, but occasionally taller for reasons I do not understand...which is one of the reasons I think it definitely isn't any sort of faerie, I've never known them to change size. TBH my strongest suspicion is that it's a thoughtform that occurred as a result of my protectiveness of my physical possessions and my personal space...I've been in that room for a rather long time)