So, last night I was lying in bed trying to get to sleep when I kept hearing the sound of the loose spring in my chair popping. I'm upstairs and the light is on downstairs creating a glow up through the stairwell. I lay there debating with myself whether or not I should go look. I look at my open doorway and keep seeing a dark half silhouette from the side of the door frame. I think it's just my eyes adjusting and think nothing of it.
I wake up at 0500 to get ready for PT and go downstairs. I get to the bottom of the stairs when I see my chairs leg rest has been pulled out and the TV is on. I turned the TV off, as I do every night, before bed and I never get up with the leg rest out.
I hear the ice maker dropping ice into the container while I'm getting dressed...it's been broken for two days. I go to see if it just decided to work again and nothing.
On many occasions my wife will ask why I sprayed so much cleaner into the bathtub and toilet. I never clean those, she does. She'll come down to ask me this with all this excitement on her face that I finally cleaned the latrines just to be disappointed by my honest denial. When she goes back upstairs it's all scrubbed out and rinsed, but, dry.
I'm no expert, but, my house may be a little on the un-rested side. I have experienced encounters and heard the stories from my relatives as you have seen in my previous stories, but never one that cleans. If my mother-in-law were to have passed on I would understand as she would be the type, but she's still going.
I put these stories in such a manner as to not waste time and to get it out, so I apologize if it seems jumbled.