I said I'd wait until friday but...THIS SHIT CAN'T BE UNSEEN RIGHT NOW AND I FEEL AS IF I MUST SHARE.
...AND USE CAPS.
Not really.
I'm just really fucking creeped out. Let me explain why ---
So I'm sitting here in our upstairs room that my sisters have all their stuff in/computer room. Quietly. Listening to my music while I check my fan fiction page and Tumblr and stuff like I usually do in the morning before working on school. Now, my music was loud and all I heard was this strange rustling. It wasn't quiet at all if I heard it over All American Rejects.
Take out an ear bud and I hear it even more. Look out side and I'm still home alone, so I'm just like "O.O WTF COULD THAT BE". I look around the room and there's this plastic bag full of my sister's clothes and the handles are just SWAYING AROUND ON THEIR OWN. The rest of the bag was making a sound as if someone was moving that, too. I watched it for like three straight minutes.
Then it stopped. Until it did it again for a moment and hasn't since.
This was maybe fifteen minutes ago. I know our house has ghosts, but that takes the fucking cake by far over everything else that happens. And i debunked that it was a weird freak draft of air considering there's a wall on one side and a bed on the other. Like there's no way possible that a draft could've traveled from a closed window when there's no wind all the way over to the bag. Other weird thing was when I went over and stuck my hand over the bag to see if i felt air, it almost felt like...okay, not to sound weirder or anything but almost like...I can't even explain it. It just felt different.
I keep looking back at it incase it does it again. Now I'm fucking paranoid and there's a small container of salt on my desk. WHAT IS MY LIFE.