Except, well, maybe I am. But this isn’t me being crazy. This is just weird.
Last Friday, I got up and headed to my craft room upstairs. I had a craft show on Saturday, so I needed to sneak in an hour or so of work so I’d be ready.
I always leave the alarm on when I’m upstairs and in the house alone because, well, it can be kind of creepy home alone up there.
So I was hiding up there, trying to get stuff done, and there was a loud bang.
I jumped and freaked the fuck out because it was coming from the front of the house. It sounded like someone hit the front door with a battering ram. Or maybe there had just been a massive accident out on the street.
Then I heard voices.
I went downstairs because I’m an idiot and too curious* for my own good.
The front door was closed and locked, the alarm was on, and nothing was outside.
Except the stereo was on. (The pic is showing a record, but it was just the radio…)
I know my radio wasn’t on. I hadn’t been in my office yet, and it was off when I went to bed. Plus, it made no sense why the radio would be on but then suddenly get loud when there was that noise.
But here’s the thing that made it ever weirder – when I did finally come down to get to work in my office, the top shelf of my cabinet of curiosities was open.
I think my office is haunted.
*Did you know the full saying is curiosity killed the cat, but satisfaction brought it back?