By Tony Hicks
Wednesday, February 2nd, 2011 at 12:48 pm in Uncategorized.
Since my life is terribly important to you, you may remember a few months back when I wrote about some strange goings-on in my house. Not the usual strange, either.
One day I got out of the shower and discovered my TV on, which wouldn’t be strange any other day except that I was alone and didn’t turn the TV on. In fact, I emphatically turned it off when children weren’t getting ready for school in a timely fashion.
A few days later, as the last human awake in the house, I turned off the Christmas lights and went to bed. When I got up a half-hour later to get some water, all the lights were back on.
Then, after turning them off and going to bed, I was reading in my bed with my special little reading light clipped to the bedpost, After about ten minutes, it shut down by itself. It had never done that before. There was no earthquake and my hand was nowhere near it. I decided I didn’t want to read anymore. I also heard some noises from behind the walls and the roof that night, which I’ve only heard one other time.
I spoke with a neighbor a few days later, who admitted that her washing machine once turned on all by itself. Well, at least our ghost seems to be clean.
So – being a skeptic and not easily freaked out by what are likely not actions from the after life, I hadn’t thought much about this for a while – until this morning. I took the kids to school and remembered the garage door being shut, as I checked to see whether the garbage collectors had taken the trash from the cans, which were in front of the garage door.
I came home, took a shower, came out – and noticed my garage door was wide open. Nothing was missing that I could see. And, again, I was the only one around to open it.
I called my wife, who promised that she didn’t put one of my neighbors up to pranking me (and don’t get any ideas, because I may start carrying a sword and patrolling the perimeter).
But I don’t know what the hell is going on. And I’m not paying for any Ghostbusters – until the walls start to bleed. I’ll let you know immediately if that happens.