I posted a new entry last night, went to bed, then realized I forgot to add in something. So used my phone to try to edit a few things while I was in bed, but ended up deleting the whole entry on accident.
*Note to self: Never try to use WordPress on your Sidekick.
So where was I? My garage. Last time, I wrote about how annoying it can be to live in a garage with my parents. This time, I have something new to stress about…the weird and unexplained things that goes on in here.
First, my mom’s 400 dollars went missing. The weird part is she never loses anything, especially 400 bucks, and she said knew where it was. Then again, I’m not the one who lost the money, so I can’t tell you how certain she was.
Second, I bought a headband and that went missing too. The weird part is I never wore it. It has always been sitting in a basket on top of the vanity desk, until three weeks later, I woke up and automatically noticed that my headband disappeared. About two days ago, I found the headband just under my bed. How did it get there? I’m not sure, the only people who are here besides me are obviously my parents, but they didn’t take my headband.
Third, after I had written the last entry, I turned off all the lights and went straight to bed. Later in the day, my mom had told me that she was woken up in the middle of the night because the lights were on. The weird part? Light switches were on.
And today, my dad told me he was woken up just last night because he heard my feet shuffling and claimed that I was walking back and forth way too much. Again, the weird part, it ain’t me! (/queue scary music)
So what could be the cause of all of this? I’d love to say that I’m in a haunted garage, but my parents have been really freaked out lately, so I wouldn’t want to scare them. “Haunted” also makes it sound intriguing and scary, but since I’m someone who watches the show “Ghost Hunters” religiously, I’ve learned that before you can call a house haunted, you would have to find a more logical explanation(s) first for the weird occurrences.
The only “logical” explanation I can think of really at the moment is somebody’s doing it in their sleep.
Out of the three of us living in the garage, the one who has the most and only witnessed cases of sleepwalking (or sleep dancing, I’ll explain later) is…
(/hangs head in shame)
Yeah, it’s me. If sleepwalking were to be a talent and/ profession, I’d have a legitimate resume for it.
Well, wait, whatdoyaknow! I do have one:
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My parents would be proud.
