1408 wherefore art thou, 1408?

Why could we not move into 1410? 0r, better yet, 1409?

Don't get me wrong, I love my new home. Living with Thumper, Zarks, Sky, Darkstar, Zombie (I know he doesn't actually live here, but he's here more than some others who actually pay rent and that's not a complaint.), and the army, navy, air force, and marines. And we care a lot about the dirty job that our mail lady (did I mention that she's hot?) does for us. It's just the tiny Bermuda triangle that our home contains is really getting on my nerves.

We have noticed the loss of:

1) bag o' padlocks and keys (who knew the fey were so strong?)
2) USB hub
3) set of drumsticks
4) screws for mounting paper towel holders (which I should have known better than to buy at the dollars store, anyway.)
5) a library book
6) an iPod
7) some cash (may have been spent, but it's more fun to blame on the house)
8) assorted small electrical connectors and cables

That we've noticed. So Far...

Oh, and that's less than a month of living here. Adds up to four things a week. At this rate, we'll have an actual black hole on the lot by the time the corn is ripe.

To be fair, the drumsticks reappeared like a week after we noticed them missing and the bag o' locks and keys showed up this morning - in the kitchen? Dunno why that would be.

Still...

One of the friends of Weevil has informed me that there is a haunt in the house. We are planning an exorcism. I don't know if spectral beings read the `net, but if they do, specifically the one in my home, this is the only chance I will offer you: Return the iPod and the book and I will call off the hounds. I got nothin' agin you, boy, but if'n y'all doan git m' prop'ty back I'll have to take actions.