Household Shenanigans

How’s Your Household

Gary and I run a pretty laid-back ship here. That’s not to say our household is a mess. It isn’t, my OCD wouldn’t put up with that. That being said, there are some strange things that happen around here. 

I Hear Footsteps

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I was lying in bed the other night and asked my husband what room was above our bedroom. He said, no room, this is the new addition we added. There is just a roof above us. I told him I heard someone walking around up there. He smiled at me and let it go. Sometimes I’ll hear someone walking around upstairs also. The sound is as plain as day. Footsteps. What kind of shenanigans are going on upstairs? Do we have a ghost? Is it a friendly ghost or a mean spirited one. I’m not sure I want to find out. 

I was sitting reading a book the other day when the basement door slammed shut. I got up off the couch and opened the door. I didn’t know what I expected to find but there was nothing there. Could it have been caused by a draft? Maybe, or maybe there are shenanigans going on as well down in our basement. We live in a very old house so there’s no telling what will happen next. 

Things Are Always Missing

We constantly lose things. Maybe that’s just Gary and I and old age. Or maybe someone or something is playing tricks on us. My glasses are always lost. My phone is constantly disappearing. I found some food from the refrigerator in the drawer where I keep my hand mittens for the oven. Who keeps doing these things? Maybe we should get cameras and put them all over the house. Maybe we’ll catch a spirit or two. Who knows. 

Lights come on when we are just sitting watching tv. At times I swear I can hear music playing upstairs. The shenanigans are endless around here. Someone keeps putting my glasses in a different spot from where I placed them. It's so odd. Where are they now? It's a constant battle. Always on the lookout for my glasses.

Where Is His Wallet

I believe I would really begin to worry if I didn’t think my husband is behind most of it. Both of us looked for his wallet the other day for an hour. We were going through our dumpster (because he said he tossed some stuff), we went through the entire house. I told him to backtrack. As I told him this I was in his bathroom going through his hamper. He reached up for his pants that were hanging on a hook and low and behold there was his wallet. Who put it in his pants pocket? I’m laying this one at Gary's feet. He just forgot he had pants on the day before instead of shorts. 

Things go kitty Wampus here all the time. Could it be Gary and I?  Are we losing our ever-loving minds? Or do we have an apparition, a ghost who likes to play tricks on us. 

The next time something weird happens around here I’ll have to take note. Was this something Gary and I are responsible for? Or is this a mysterious mystery we will never figure out. I’d like to think we have a friendly ghost. Someone who watches over us. And at times puts things in random places. Keeping us on our toes. 

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What about your house? Are there shenanigans that occur? Are things misplaced, moved around. Or lost?

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Tell me we aren’t the only ones.

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