[Graleyne]

I don't know what I have.

I have noises - bumps and creeks and that sort of thing. I explained it away. It's an old house. It is SUPPOSED to creek and stuff.

I have cabinet doors that open by themselves. This is the fourth time since we moved in that EVERY cabinet in the kitchen has been open when I got up. The first time I accused DH of playing a trick. The second time I accused the kids of playing a trick. The third time I used my old house theory to explain it away. This time, I have no explanation.

I have things disappear then reappear in a different place. I explained by being forgetful.

I have moving shadows. I have explained it away as being tricks of light because of the windows, stained glass, and trees, and the furbutts.

I have the doggies barking at nothing. I explained it as chipmunks. (don't laugh - I'd rather have chipmunks than ghosts)

I have moving shoes. I know it sounds crazy, but I saw them. I was in the bathtub. I looked over and my shoes moved about 6 - 7 inches. They just slid across the floor. I made DH get out the level and check the floor. I made him feel the floor to see if it was wet. We could not find any reason for my shoes to move.

I also have flickering lights. I explained it as old/faulty wiring. They dim, then light back up. The lamp sometimes comes on by itself. I explained that by someone trying to turn it on and it didn't come on, then the wiring decided it work after all so the lamp would then appear to come on by itself.

Sometimes I get up in the morning and the television is on. I blamed it on the kids.

The phone rings and no one is there. I blamed it on wrong numbers.

Now, none of this happens ALL the time, or on a daily basis. In fact, it doesn't happen MUCH more often than it does.

I don't feel threatened or scared. I don't feel afraid. I just don't feel normal. I don't know how to explain it. It just feels so thick and heavy in here. No matter how much I clean, no matter how much I take out of a room, I can't seem to get that "light and airy" feeling. It doesn't feel sad, or depressing or anything like that, just thick and cluttery.