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I’m Convinced my House is Haunted
The case of the missing ear bud cover
It’s official. My house is haunted. This last episode finally convinced me I’m not alone here, at all.
I’m going to try to explain this as best as I possibly can so you can understand it. It’s just so fucking bizarre I still can’t wrap my head around it.
When I moved into this house in January I originally took the front bedroom with the patio doors to the balcony. It was all set up with my things for convenience. My night stands had all the normal things I needed.
- nail files
- tiger balm
- migraine pills
- a set of earbuds
- pepper spray
- etc.
You know, the usual night stand things. I never did use the earbuds or the pepper spray, thank God for the latter.
Last month I decided to move into the back bedroom and transferred all my night stand things to the new room except the earbuds. I never found them to be comfortable so I hardly ever used them.
I needed the earbuds one night
So the other night I decided I wanted to listen to a quit smoking hypnosis (ya I’m still smoking…) and I needed the earbuds. I grabbed them from the other…
