First let me say I do not believe in ghosts so I am a tough sell. But he has been working on me for a while. There was the page turning incident in the dining room where Steve swears "someone" turned the page when he left the room. The funniest part of this was picturing Steve trying to see if a page could turn from walking by his magazine really fast. LMAO! Then there were a few light incidents. These involved the kitchen lights getting dimmer or brighter randomly. And how could I forget the motion detectors going off in the house when we weren't moving. Steve is certain we have ghosts and that they mess with him. I thought it was weird when I was finding the remote upstairs. He would leave the TV on until he got to the landing and then click it off at the last second and run upstairs. Which again just makes me laugh that this 225lb. guy is freaked out by this stuff. I am a practical person, Type A with a moderate case of OCD. I do not have time for nonsense. Why don't these ghosts mess with me? No one has died in this house, it's 10 years old for crying out loud. And I can chalk all the light nonsense to our wonky dimmer switches and our son walking like an elephant through the house. Or the air conditioning clicking on and drawing power from the lights. And as stupid as our dog is, wouldn't Butter notice some of this paranormal activity? I thought dogs have a sense for this. Now here is where I draw the line. He woke me up the other night because he was scared. Ain't nobody got time for that! I told Steve maybe he should burn some sage or call the ghostbusters if it makes him feel better. But do not wake a sleeping mom of a newborn - or else!
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