THE HAUNTING RECOMMENCES
So in the past two days, Something in the house has:
1. Sampled my new trail mix? Or at least left the bag wide open on the counter when it had been tied shut. The wire twisty is now nowhere to be found. Joe thought nothing of it at the time, as he'd assumed that I'd been snacking on my (brand new) mix.
2. Turned my iPod on. I thought at first Joe's phone was ringing or something, but no. The iPod that I'd put on the bookcase hours earlier had spontaneously started blaring Crying Nut's "Grasshopper."
I don't know what this means except that some spectral third roommate enjoys hippie nosh and K-punk. At least I can't fault its taste. XD
What do ye think, flist? To seance or not to seance?
1. Sampled my new trail mix? Or at least left the bag wide open on the counter when it had been tied shut. The wire twisty is now nowhere to be found. Joe thought nothing of it at the time, as he'd assumed that I'd been snacking on my (brand new) mix.
2. Turned my iPod on. I thought at first Joe's phone was ringing or something, but no. The iPod that I'd put on the bookcase hours earlier had spontaneously started blaring Crying Nut's "Grasshopper."
I don't know what this means except that some spectral third roommate enjoys hippie nosh and K-punk. At least I can't fault its taste. XD
What do ye think, flist? To seance or not to seance?