Do you ever have something happen that simply creeps you out more than worlds can relay? I’ve got a story that will chill your blood, will quicken your heart, and make you look over your shoulder and watch your own step. After today, I will never see my living room the same way. Ever again. Well, at least until not for another week or so.
I was sitting on the living room floor reading A Tale of Two Cities and eating popcorn. For those of you who have never read it, it is a deliciously dangerous book, filled with violence, distrust, danger, and one beautiful lady known as Madame Guillotine. I was just in the middle of reading about the streets of Paris running red, heads on spikes, and all similarly yucky stuff, when I saw a piece of popcorn that I dropped on the carpet.
or so i thought
I reached over to pick up the discarded particle and put it in the empty bowl, when I noticed : this is much to hard and much to white to be popcorn. It was tiny but hard, like a pebble. I inspected it closely, rolling it between my fingers. When I finally realized what I was holding in my hand, I jummped back (while I was still sitting on the floor- that’s a hard thing to do), gasped in horror, and dropped the grotesque thing.
It was a human tooth.
I called Danny upstairs, the only one in my house who has any baby teeth left, and demanded an explanation. He picked up the tooth, examined it, and said quite innocently “It’s not mine.” and dropped it back on the carpet. What? I asked. Not yours? Than who’s is it? Danny shrugged.
There are only three possible suspects. Only three children have been in our house this summer who even have baby teeth. But these suspects still do not solve the mystery because 1)Danny is sure that none of them had lose or lost teeth at the time of their visiting us, 2) They came over weeks ago, and the tooth was found only today, and 3) I have defiantly vacuumed the carpet a few times since then.
Danny decided this was a good time to inform me that a few days ago, he found a molar in our driveway. So what is going on here? Is my house being invaded by toothy zombies, or toothless children? I’m reminded in that weird scene in the Life of Pi, where the main character lands (or thinks he lands) on an island that dissolves humans, leaving only the teeth and bones, which the character found wrapped up in a ball of leaves hanging from a ferocious, acidic, man-eating tree. That recollection made me feel much better. not
Maybe it’s karma. My family ate at a restaurant the other week, and Danny lost a tooth there. We joked that (but didn’t really) if we called the waiter and claimed that Danny found a tooth in his food, we would get a free dinner. Maybe, in payment of our malicious thoughts, my house is being filled with random teeth without people attached.
So anyways, the tooth was promptly disposed of, hands were washed with hot water, and Sarah is thoroughly creeped out!
Moral of the story: the next time you eat popcorn, be careful what you put in your mouth, or pick up from the floor. You never, ever know what you could find.


“I am Prince Caspian” “You are a mouse”

