This story isn't really scary, but it is so strange to me. My grandparents built a house in Maine when I was about 12 years old. It was not built on open land and the woods needed to be clear for the house. The house is set up on the second floor and the unfinished basement and garage below it. I went up from Massachusetts with my family to visit them for the first time in the new house.
It was about 12am and all of my family went to sleep. I setup a cot in the middle of the living room and my little brother went to sleep on the couch. The living room is large and it is open to the kitchen. On the side of the living room is the basement stairs. I went to sleep with a sleeping bag draped over me like a sheet. I woke up around 3am because I was cold and found that my sleeping bag was gone.
I looked all over the second floor of the house and could not find it. I went to the spare room to get my father. He helped me look for while and decided to walk down to the basement. There he found my sleeping bag folded up neatly against the basement door. I was pretty startled and my dad said that it was really weird. He went back to bed and so did I. Nothing else happened that night.
I forgot all about the incident until I went up to the house again a couple of years later. I was about 14 and the same thing happened to me again. But my grandmother made the couch like a bed for me and my top sheet ended up way off in the corner of the kitchen! This made me think of the first time before. This has happen to me almost every time I go up there. Just recently when I was about 21 I woke to find my pillow in the hallway.
Why would something keep doing this to me, even at an adult age? Do spirits do these things or is it just me?