On the whole, I’m a rational sort. I believe in a world of what can be engaged with one’s senses, what can be proven. I’m not much of a spiritualist or superstitious person.
But I do kind of believe in Borrowers.
“Borrowers”, or sprites, or whatever they may be– beings who take objects from your house, and then return them when they see fit.
Now, the rational person would say, “You’re just talking about things being lost and then found again later. That’s just normal disorganization, not mythical creatures.” True. And I’d tend to agree.
Except, I swear, I’ve seen some stuff.
Once a camera charger vanished. We looked everywhere, and couldn’t find it. Then, weeks later, I woke up one morning, got out of bed, went into the bathroom… and there was the charger, literally sitting on the bathroom floor. Just, right there, appeared in the middle of the night.
I got a stranger one.
A few years back, my wife couldn’t find an earring. She looked everywhere, and it had vanished. Then one day as we came home, I was getting out of the car, and something landed on me. The earring. It literally fell on me, and the only place it could have come from is the garage ceiling.
I’m not saying these things make sense, I’m just saying they happened.
I prefer to keep the fantastic in the writing, though. So: back to it.