Yesterday when I walked into our home, the large ceiling fan in the living room was on at full blast. I thought it was odd because I didn’t remember it being on when I left in the morning. In fact, we never really turn the fan on at all. I called Joe, though, just to confirm that he hadn’t turned it on (although he leaves before me), in case I was totally losing my mind. He was bewildered as well. It’s not like this thing can be running without you noticing as it was the very first thing I noticed when I walked in the door. After some thorough searching for uninvited guests and the realization that everything was in its rightful place, we determined the fan must have either come on via a power surge, or the new next door neighbor pounding on the wall where the fan’s switch is located.
Of course, Joe also suggested that maybe the Arizona ghost had followed us home. Some thing had turned on a light that is on a pull-chain in his sister’s attic while we were there. She only noticed it one night when she was standing outside the house and saw light coming from the vent in the side of the roof. Since you need a ladder to access the attic from her bedroom closet, and there was no evidence of any animals having been up there, we determined a ghost must have done it.
I’m not sure if I believe in ghosts, but if I did, I don’t think I’d like the idea of one being in my house. Although I guess if I have to have one, as long as it sticks to turning on fans and lights, I’m ok with it.
BOO!