A Scary Hat Up There.
I was up in the unfinished attic the other night â€“ you know â€“ the attic where you need to step on the top-most part of a 7 (seven) foot ladder to get into . . . the attic where once you do pull yourself up (and it is dusk turning into night) all you have is a flashlight and a little of the moon to guide your way around the creaking wood slat floor? Yeah â€“ well this is that attic.
I was installing cable into a couple of the bedrooms in the temporary headquarters â€“ and couldnâ€™t figure out how to get over the rooms where the cable was supposed to go â€“ there was a wall blocking my way â€“ a creepy black wall that was maybe made of some sort of tar paper or something. It was one of those odd moments where the space that you are in isnâ€™t matching up with the space that your brain is expecting/anticipating/calculating â€“ where something just feels a bit off . . . So I started to run the flashlight over the wall (at which point it really started to feel like what I would imagine being an explorer â€“ or at the very least an explorer in a video game would feel like) and then I found a seam in the wall â€“ which lead to a hinge â€“ boy was this getting exciting! I took a couple of steps back and then as clear as day there was a door in the middle of the wall with an old-timey metal sliding latch to keep it shut. I am not even going to lie â€“ it was a scary entrance.
I took a quick breath and then unlocked the latch. The door opened â€“ scraping the floor as it went â€“ and there was the space from the room that my brain had been looking for â€“ along with some old headboards, a crib and a shelf.
I ran the wires over the wall and then had to situate myself under the shelf so that I could pull them in the rest of the way . . . that was when I started to notice the things that were on the different shelves. There wasnâ€™t all that much stuff and most of it was just old (like crumble when you touch it type of old) papers and a couple of those pull down and then flap-flap-flap when they go back up window shades. But then my flashlight hit the tip of a ribbon that was mostly buried under a bunch of bits of stuff â€“ so I brushed some of the crumbles away â€“ and had to back up (yes â€“ I took a step back â€“ indeed) â€“ because there it was . . . a creepy creepy hat.
After shaking the hat off I showed it to my wire installing helper â€“ who was stationed at the bottom of the ladder â€“ and who seconded the notion that it was indeed a hat of the creepy variety . . . I put it back in itâ€™s place â€“ and went on about my cable installing business â€“ always conscious of that hat on that shelf.
I donâ€™t know the history of the hat â€“ but Iâ€™m not sure that I need to. All I do need know is that it is about 12 (twelve) feet up and 8 (eight) feet to the right of where I sleep . . . and that the hat is in no way my friend.