Posted 31 January 2003 - 06:52 PM
My wife loved candles. We had dozens in our bedroom,. possibly closer to hundreds. They were on the entertainment center, chest-of-drawers, night stands, dressers, everywhere imaginable. One night, we decided to send our child to my parents house so we could spend some well deserved time together.
We went to a nice resturaunt, alone for the first time in too long. Then we went to see a romantic movie, with no playful child bothering other people. Next we went to the club we frequented while still dating, and had a blast.
When we got back home, it was late, and the "Friday Night Late Night Horror Movie" was on a local station. It was "The Exorcist" and she loved that movie. So we sat up and watched it. On a commercial break, she went into the bedroom and lit every candle in there.
She was gone for a while lighting all of those candles, so I went to check on her. I thought she might have saw the bed and passed out on it from exhaustion. I saw what she was doing, and went back into the den.
She came back and, innocently, I asked her, "What took so long Baby"? She said, "Oh, nothing. It's a surprise". I never let on that I knew what the "surprise" was. So we finished watching the movie.
When the movie was over, she asked me, "Honey, do you think people or places could really have demons in them"? I said, "I don't know baby, I'm sure it could happen. I just hope it never happens to us". She agreed, and we went on to bed.
She lead the way to hide the big surprise, and when we went into the bedroom. I acted surprised. I got my first surprise of the night, not knowing the other surprise was yet to come.
We blew out all of the candles after my big surprise, and drifted off to dreamland in each others arms.
A few hours later, she woke me up to another surprise. This surprise wasn't as good. It wasn't good at all. She woke me up with an elbow to the side, and I could hear her crying in that scared cry. At first I didn't open my eyes, I thought it was already morning because it was so bright in the room.
It was bright because all of the candles had been re-lit. I thought she did it to try to scare me, but I could tell by her crying, and the fear in her eyes, that she didn't do it. She was really scared, and I was too then.
So I got up and checked the alarm to see when it was last active. It was last active when we came in from the club, four and a half hours earlier. So I checked the house to see if somehow, someone had broken in. No one was in the house besides us, and all of the windows and doors were locked, and were also on the alarm system. It would have went off if someone had broken in.
I'm not sure how it happened. I know I didn't do it, and I know she didn't do it. If the heat would have re-lit them from being lit earlier, it would have lit right after being blown out, not hours later. We still get a chill out of it when we tell someone about it. We sold the house and moved into a different house twenty miles away from that house.