Well, it seems that the unexplained occurrences are continuing to happen. Circumstances are really starting to make me wonder what in the world is going on.

Last night, as we were all settling in after dinner, the smoke and carbon monoxide detectors started sounding an alarm. I left my room and wandered around looking for the cause. The carbon monoxide detector was displaying 0, so it wasn’t sensing anything. I hesitantly ventured to the basement, hoping that there was no fire. There wasn’t. My father, half asleep and resting for his night shift woke up and seemed to be in a panic. After about 15 seconds, the alarms turned off. What the heck caused all the alarms to go off? All of them are plugged electricity based, and don’t use a battery. And, I guess when one of them goes off, all of them follow. It was such a weird set of circumstances.

I thought it was just a one-time deal, but this morning as I was getting ready for work, all of the alarms went off again. Eh? I looked back up at the carbon monoxide detectors and saw 0. I checked all floors of the house, and there was no fire. My mother was looking panicked this time. We quickly opened the doors to the house, and most of the windows. If it was carbon monoxide, we wanted to get as much fresh air inside the house as possible. Unlike last time, the alarms didn’t turn off by themselves. They just kept going. I didn’t know what to do. I went to the top floor smoke detector and pressed the button on it. That’s when all of the alarms stopped. What in the world? That’s just strange!

My mother and I both had headaches, though that might just have been from the loud alarm. Regardless, she called the gas company to see if they could send someone over. They told her to evacuate the house. So she was yelling for me to get out as well. I was almost ready for work, so I told her that I would just get my stuff and head out. She seemed frustrated that I wasn’t rushing to get out. Well, I did get out, and while on the main roads I saw a fire truck rushing over to our area. I figured that they were going to the house to check it out. When I finished the drive in to the station, I gave mom a call. She said that the firemen didn’t get any carbon monoxide reading in the house. The said it was possible that car exhaust from the garage was maybe coming into our house, so we should just be sure to air out the garage before closing it. I somehow don’t think that’s the cause (why would the carbon monoxide detector read 0, but go off?), but hey, what do I know?

So strange. I hope my parents aren’t getting freaked out…
(because I know I am…sort of…)

Oh man, I’m at a loss with regards to how to explain some strange occurrences that have been going on in my room over the past few nights. Two nights ago, I fell asleep with the TV switched to the 24 hour news channel. I usually end my day catching up on the days events, so that wasn’t all that strange for me. Anyway, I ended up waking at 1:30 in the morning. I first thought that the light from the TV must have woken me. However, I noticed that my radio was also on. I had to really focus my mind to understand what was going on. I looked at my clock radio and turned off the music. I played with the switch and played with the buttons and saw that the alarms were set for 4 am and 5 am–nowhere near midnight or 1 am. So, I can’t say that it was the alarm that turned it on. I don’t remember turning it on myself. I would have had to flip over somehow to turn it on because it’s a couple of feet from the foot of the bed. It’s pretty unlikely that I did it, which makes me wonder, how the heck did that happen?

Last night, I woke up at 4:30 in the morning because the hum of the electric fan roused me from my sleep. Thing is, I don’t remember turning on the fan at all. Usually, if I have to turn on the fan for sleeping, I turn it it to my direction and set it on low. Any stronger, and it’s just far too loud. So, imagine my surprise to find the fan set to medium, oscillating toward the closet door. It would oscillate enough to hit my head, but just barely. That doesn’t make sense to me. The remote control for the fan was on the floor, but I would have had to really stretch far out of the bed in order to grab it and turn the fan on. The TV was on, but the volume was all the way down low.

None of this makes sense! My door is locked! Could I be doing this in my sleep?

I told my mom about these occurrences. She got mad at me, telling me not to scare her. I don’t blame her for not wanting to hear these stories. I’m not saying that ghosts or spirits are doing these things. I’m just saying that right now I can’t explain any of this.