Several nights over the last two weeks at 11:53pm, usually after I was in a deep sleep, I was awakened by faint but increasingly loud beeping. I jumped up to investigate only to have the beeping end before I could figure it out. It was not the smoke detector. It was not the doorbell. It was not my clock or Jer's. I had no idea
what it was! The house has an alarm system and I figured something had gone wrong with that. I don't know much about the system but I couldn't find anything wrong with it the next day.
The next night the same thing. beep. beep. BEEP. BEEP. Again I couldn't find the source. After four nights I told Roz I'd pay her $5 to sit outside my door until 11:53pm and figure out what was making the beep. She just laughed...and didn't take me up on the offer. That night...nothing...no beep.
Then a few nights later it was back. Okay. I'm smarter than this. I can figure this out, I thought. I noticed I had left my cell phone on. I don't really use the cell phone, it's more for emergencies than anything else, but sometimes I forget to turn it off. I wondered if some kind of alarm got set. I turned it off and there was no beep that night. I had figured it out...or so I thought.
I had Roz check the phone. She couldn't find any alarms set or missed messages. But I felt certain that had been the source because after I turned it off I didn't hear the beeping that night.
Then Thursday night, there it was again. I jumped up to look at the cell phone. Did I leave that stupid thing on again? Nope, it was OFF. I ran frantically around the back hall area. But I could still NOT find the source before the beeping stopped. I'm sure I looked like a crazy woman running around in my nightgown, hair flying everywhere, searching for the increasing beep that I knew would end in about 3o seconds.
Yesterday afternoon, I took apart the alarm system to see if I could find something, ANYTHING that would be causing this beeping. The detective in me figured out since it was always at exactly the same time it had to be something with a clock or timer. I got out the alarm system manual and ran a "test". Me, oh, my. Don't do that unless you are prepared to have emergency backup to revive you when your heart stops. That thing was LOUD!
By the way, just in case you aren't aware, testing an alarm system can apparently screw up the internet connection. So I had to take a short break to call my internet tech support and unhook the
unfiltered alarm system phone line. I finally got the internet working again but now it was time to start dinner so...
I gave up just short of smashing open the alarm system box (we don't have a key) and pulling all the wires out. The only thing I could do was wait. Until 11:53pm. Tick. Tock.
Jer had his work Christmas party last night so he wasn't home. I fed the kids and we went downstairs to play and read books. One of the book shelf supports had fallen tipping out some books. So I was sitting on the floor putting all the books back on the shelf when I looked up. I saw a little soccer ball clock sitting so innocently up there on the shelf. For one brief moment I stared at that clock with a slight bit of...I don't know what...recognition?
Does that thing have an alarm?It was up where the boys
shouldn't have been able to reach it. But the time was wrong so someone must have been messing with it.
I thought...no...that's too simple of an explanation...
it couldn't be...
The proof was there at the touch of a button. The alarm was set for 12am but the time was off by 7 minutes making it really go off at 11:53pm. I reset the alarm so I could here it. Sure enough. Beep. Beep. BEEP. BEEP.
There is one battery-less soccer ball clock in my storage room if anyone wants it.