Like, I'm living in this house right now, cos my apartment was lame and I moved, and it's starting to bug me out.
Other people have always been telling me this shit when they're here, like hearing footsteps going upstairs but nobody else was home (no cars in the garage or driveway), seeing thousands of bugs crawling around on the sofa but when we looked there was no trace of a single insect in the living room, TV's being on a different channel when they come back into a room, a sheet on the sofa forming into an icecream cone shape, cold spots, yadda yadda.... And I always tell everyone they are a fucking tard
Anyway, last week I was walking down the stairs and I heard a car horn honking away in the garage, and I went out to look and there was nobody there and the lights were out. Nobody has keyless entry or alarms either. And today, I walked out of the computer room and noticed light coming from the ceiling where this one ceiling fan is (it's about 20 feet up). When I got into the room it turned off. I started walking away and it turned back on, so I stood there and realized that the only way the light could turn on was the switch on the wall right next to me and the remote which I spotted sitting on top of this old organ in the dining room.
What the fuck dude!
I'm outta here in a few fucking months anyway.
Other people have always been telling me this shit when they're here, like hearing footsteps going upstairs but nobody else was home (no cars in the garage or driveway), seeing thousands of bugs crawling around on the sofa but when we looked there was no trace of a single insect in the living room, TV's being on a different channel when they come back into a room, a sheet on the sofa forming into an icecream cone shape, cold spots, yadda yadda.... And I always tell everyone they are a fucking tard
Anyway, last week I was walking down the stairs and I heard a car horn honking away in the garage, and I went out to look and there was nobody there and the lights were out. Nobody has keyless entry or alarms either. And today, I walked out of the computer room and noticed light coming from the ceiling where this one ceiling fan is (it's about 20 feet up). When I got into the room it turned off. I started walking away and it turned back on, so I stood there and realized that the only way the light could turn on was the switch on the wall right next to me and the remote which I spotted sitting on top of this old organ in the dining room.
What the fuck dude!
I'm outta here in a few fucking months anyway.
