Yesterday was one of those days that you just end with wanting a do-over!
Our bathroom is strange. When you walk in, to the right is the shower.. LARGE his/hers shower (no tub – yeah, odd), and on the wall that the door is on, is a set of light switches. There are 4 of them. I’m not really sure what all of them are for . I could probably go check really quickly, but I’m not going to. We’ll say one is for the “fart fan” as my dad calls it (I hate that word), one is for a heater that’s built in with the effe fan, one is for a light in the shower (I think) and one is for something else.
To the left is the counter with double sinks, mirrors, junk, etc., and on the door wall is a light switch for the vanity lights, and on the opposite wall is a light switch for the closet. The only lights I never use are these. Ever.
We never use the set of four lights. If I remember correctly, the last time I even touched it was when we were looking at the house before buying it just to see what all the switches went to, or what kind of cool gadgets they had.
Thinking it was odd, I turned it off, and went on my groggy way (I was out of coffee).
Went to the store, got coffee, came home, sat down to work, put my headphones in, turned on Spotify, and started typing. Out of the corner of my eye I notice the kids freaking out. I can’t hear, so I yank out my headphones, and they’re screaming:
- “Jett’s cup is spilling all over the floor”
- “It’s not Jett’s cup, what is it?”
- “There’s SOO much water!!!”
- “Where’s it coming from?”
- “WHAT DID YOU SPILL?”
- “OMG it’s all the way to the rug!”
I jump up and there’s water all over the floor, coming from under the couch. I immediately thought that someone had a cup of water ON the couch and it somehow fell through the cushions and spilled. No. It was coming OUT of the wall. Not DOWN the wall, out of the wall, like where the wall meets the floor, under the baseboards. A lot. We went through about eight towels. Not only was it in the living room, but it was in the hallway coming out of the other side, too!
Of course, I was too worried about my floors to snap a pic of the flood, so here’s the cleanup.
We get that cleaned up, slowed down, and called someone.
In the meantime, Andy gets home, and I go back to the bathroom (it’s about 5:30), and I hear it. THIS… again.
There hadn’t even been anyone in my room at all. At all. I flipped it back off and told Andy that we have a ghost.
What is this thing trying to tell me?
This morning Andy wakes me up to tell me that the ceiling is bleeding.
Great, so not only do we have a ghost, but it’s making a freakin’ mess of the house! This is in two different spots.
I’ve always been told that construction on an older house can possibly stir up paranormal activity. Something about upsetting the resting place or the peace, or something. We’ve did a lot of work to this house when we moved in, so it’s not a far stretch.
But really, we have an A/C leak. They came out yesterday, and have to come back today to finish. Apparently, whatever they did yesterday to hold us over til today, didn’t work, and kinda freaked me out a bit!
But what if? What if the ghost plugged up the drain in defiance, because, I still can’t explain the heater being on.. twice…
Oh. My. Gosh.. What if it’s too cold? The ghost is trying to tell us it’s too cold in the house. Makes total sense.
Oh, and Hawk is adamant that Jett’s 4 ounce sippy cup is what causes the gallons of mess on our floor.
Off to call Dr. Peter Venkman.