I just went downstairs to grab the space heater. As I moved toward the heater, the paper shredder started running all by itself. I didn’t accidentally turn it on. I didn’t flip a switch that it was connected to and powered it on. There was no paper stuck in there. A ghost probably was trying to reach out to me from beyond the grave, which means that I will never go down there again. Ever.
With Nad gone during the next two months, I’m gonna have to hire someone to go down there and grab my stuff.
Speaking of which, Nad’s leaving again for two whole months. I think she’s spent more time on the road this year than she has at home. It’ll be just me, the cats, and the dog. Yeah, the dog. I haven’t talked about Pooch here yet, but she joined us about three weeks ago. She’s a 16-year-old german shepard and terrier mix (or collie, I’m not sure). We are nursing her back to health, and will send her back to her proper home soon. In the meantime, I have a house full of animals to take of on my own, which will be difficult. The ghost(s) won’t make things any easier.
Edit: Nad just went down there and came back intact. Maybe they aren’t down there, or maybe they just want me. I’m not taking any chances.
