...in the form of something that happened last night. I wasn't going to mention it until I read about a somewhat similar event here.
I've sometimes wondered if the place I live in is haunted. Or if I am*. I needed to recharge my camera's batteries, and so put them in the charging unit, which I then plugged into the most convenient outlet, which happens to be in the bathroom.
Perhaps an hour later, I heard a loud noise from the bathroom. I went in and found that two batteries had popped out of the charger, and one of them had flown two feet across the counter-top to hit my toothbrush holder, knocking it into the sink with enough force to dislodge the plastic drain plug in the holder's base. My comb was on the floor, as was a bottle of vitamins that was nowhere near either batteries or charger.
I checked to see if there had been an earthquake. Nope. I had heard no other noises from outside, either, and felt nothing.
After putting everything back in place, I went to bed. Everything was where it should have been this morning.
I regularly find closed cabinet doors have opened in the night, but have always blamed that on cheap construction methods and the slow decay of the building. Now I wonder.
I'm sure there's a simple explanation. Really.
At least writing about this has distracted me from writing about my dreams last night. Which is good, because the dreams reminded me of losses incalculably greater than a mere toothbrush holder.
* It's probably me. I feel haunted much of the time.
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