Yay! A Part II!
This is our grandfather clock, which never worked, but hey, it’s groovy. It is not a weird thing found while packing.
I don’t know why the photo is blurry, but I really don’t have time to take another.
Anyway, the stuff that normally lives on top of the grandfather clock—a big green ceramic pot with a squirrel on the lid from Korea, a brass bell from Korea, and a little gargoyle—have already been packed. I looked down from the stairs and noticed some small bumps where the gargoyle had been sitting. So I went down and ran my hand over the top of the clock.
This is what I found:
That’s right, a pair of googly eyes. We have been #vandaleyezed. Ken swears he’s never seen them, but how did they get on the corner edge where the little gargoyle had been sitting? Did the gargoyle poop out googly eyes?
When I was little, I was terrified by (and yet curiously attracted to) a book by John Bellairs called The House With the Clock in Its Walls). (I still own it, and it still freaks me out. The cover is seriously weird. Hang on, let’s see if I can find it online. Yes! This! Is that not creepy?) (On the plus side, the interior drawings are by Edward Gorey. <3 )
Anyway, now I’m wondering if the grandfather clock is watching me. We may have to leave it behind…