Things Sure Are Creepy Around Here

So now you know some of the details that have kept life in my family very interesting over the past decade.  I think it all started, with my daughter anyway, when I picked up an antique child size rocking chair from a consignment shop.  I've heard that not only houses can be haunted, but also people and belongings, such as pieces of furniture. Hmmm... I was tempted to track the owner of this chair but decided against it. After all, I was still trying to rationalize all that was going on so I wouldn't want some stranger to think I was a nut case. I'm really not.

My husband was not as easily convinced as I was about all the strange happenings but he would soon change his tune.  I guess being home all day I noticed things a lot more often than he did. It's funny too that whenever he would try to explain away some strange occurrence, things would escalate as if someone was trying to tell us that yes, they were really here and we weren't imagining any of it.  Weird things such as a ceiling fan suddenly changing it's speed from low to high. The ceiling fan was on a huge vaulted ceiling that one needs a step ladder to reach and then has to flip a switch. Odd thing is that the switch had been flipped but neither of us did it. Hmmm.  Or it could be the oven timer that we never used going off in the middle of the night.  Or the shades on the window flying up. Or the door closing all by itself. And the list goes on and on and on.  But my daughter's connection with it was the tip of the iceberg...