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I Must Be Crazy

I needed some answers. The unexplainable occurrences in this house were happening more and more frequently. I couldnt go on living like this. No matter where I was, I would be thinking about it. I couldnt get it out of my mind. None of it made sense.

I was searching for someone simply just to listen and to understand but I couldnt find anyone. I would tell these stories to people and they would look at me like I was crazy. They thought something was wrong with me. I began to think it myself. Was I losing my mind? Was this all in my head? Or, was I going through something extraordinary, something so rare and unbelievable that there just isnt anyone to talk about it with. I was becoming more and more confused. I constantly though about it and I never knew what was going to happen next or when.

The stories were adding up. There was certainly something in this house. There had to be. Both my ten year old son and I were becoming increasingly convinced.

This is nothing that I would have ever wanted to expose him to, but he was here a lot of the times when these strange occurrences occurred. He witnessed them too. He could see the fear in my face and hear the panic in my voice. He and I would talk about it and try to come up with explanations, but just couldnt.

It was the simple things. Things like losing power to the kitchen overhead light. This light would go off for hours or even days at a time and then suddenly would come back on again under its own recognizance. And, once it went off, I had no control over it. It turned into a dead switch. There wasnt anything that I could do. It did what it pleased.

Maybe if I hadnt had the entire kitchen completely rewired a year ago it might have made more sense, but the work was done by professional electricians who brought the entire kitchen up to code with all new outlets, new lights, new circuit breakers, panel box and new meters on the outside of the house. The light would simply go out on its own, at random whenever I would be in the kitchen.

It was the same with the tall touch light on the long sideboard table in the dining room. This light also had a mind of its own. I would turn it off and minutes later I would turn to see it back on again. I would again turn it off, and it would again come back on. This would go on and on until I simply just left it alone and let it do what it wanted. Then, the next night the light would behave just as a lamp should. It went on when I turned it on and would go off when I turned it off. Days later it would go crazy, off, on, off, on, off, on. I could not compete with these lights, nor did I have an explanation.

I also had no explanation as to how I could set my keys on the kitchen counter only to come back moments later to find them completely gone. I searched the counter frantically, knowing that I had just put them in that spot minutes ago. Then after searching the floor and the surrounding area, I walk into another room for a moment, and when I return back in the kitchen, I find the keys back on the kitchen counter exactly in the original spot where I knew that I had left them.

My son Joey and I also couldnt explain why the CD player which sits on top of the refrigerator in the kitchen went on by itself at 7:30 A.M. on a Saturday morning. It went on completely on its own blasting the CD that was left in there. We were still in bed but were woken up to track twelve of Green Days American Idiot CD blasting throughout the house. Today, the CD player will only play fifteen seconds of that song and then will go completely silent.

With the many strange occurrences that have happened in this house, I dont remember a time when either one of us were truly scared. It was more a case of being shocked, shocked at what we saw or what had happened. I didnt have any answers, but I had a lot of questions, and the most formidable question was, is there something living in this house with us?