So the ghostly encounters continue around here.
I was innocently sitting around a few nights ago, doing my thing.
I’m ghetto-fab, so I have a fancy-assed DVD player, with no remote control. Consequently (and obviously), this means that I have to get up off my rear end, go to the DVD player, crouch down and physically push buttons to make it do anything.
So as I’m sitting around, watching my one TV channel, I heard a weird ‘whirring’ sound. I looked around and couldn’t figure out where the sound was coming from. Then. THEN. Then I looked under the TV, home of the DVD player.
IT. WAS. ON. It was on, and it was playing. I could see the time ticking in the little display window.
*Insert me shitting my pants here*
I eyed it nervously, worked up my nerve and decided that if Ghosty McGee was going to try to talk to me via DVD’s, I wanted none of it and I was going to turn the damn thing off.
I got up to turn the stupid thing off (keep in mind, no remote….I couldn’t have turned it on, and I couldn’t turn it off without getting up).
I take a step, then two. Then. THEN!! My fucking TV starts SWITCHING CHANNELS. On its own, folks.
It went from 8, to 7, to 6, to 5. It stayed on 5. I punched the damn thing off, turned off the DVD player and shortly thereafter decided that the only rational thing to do was go to bed, shut my door and sleep with my back to the wall, so nothing could sneak up on me.
Still though, I don’t ‘feel’ that my apartment is haunted. Oh, and the white powdery traces? One more on the kitchen counter today, along with what looks to be paint on my previously pristine stainless steel kitchen faucet.
Go figure that one out. Maybe I’m painting in my sleep. But where the hell am I getting the paint?!