Bewildered

And it continues.

I don't think anyone believes my house is haunted. Just because the spirit is a mild one and not ferocious enough to fling furniture off windows doesn't mean it doesn't exist.

We are still getting cuts on our bodies. My mom and I get these cuts in almost the same places (ie on our ankles, arms, etc). Recently, my mom freaked when she woke up with 3 long scratch marks down her upper arm. Those were definitely not Nike's because his paws didn't fit. And they were obvious as hell.

Remember I mentioned things disappearing and then re-appearing? Well, things like my toothbrush, tweezer, lotion and tongue-scraper would go missing. Everyone would swear they didn't touch them and then I'd find them a couple of days later. In different places. I cannot explain this.

Once, my mom passed me her cellphone and I left it on the coffee table. A few hours later, my mom wanted her cellphone back and there it was, on the coffee table but stripped of its fancy pouch. My mom insisted the cellphone was with the pouch when she handed it to me but I recalled otherwise. Nontheless, we searched the entire house for the pouch. It was mad-weird because it just couldn't be found. We searched EVERYWHERE. Even inside the washing machine and oven.

We gave up and my mom was resigned to getting a new pouch.

Couple of days later, I was seated at the coffee table, enjoying a snack. I thought I wanted a drink so made my way to the kitchen (I had to pass my dining room to get to the kitchen). I got myself a glass of hot water and then made my way back to the coffee table. When I was halfway there in the dining room, I saw the pouch. Right at my feet. In the middle of nowhere, on the floor in plain sight. I kid you not.

Does it even make sense?

I wouldn't fret as much if it was tucked in between couch cushions or tucked away in the drawers. But right there at my feet? How could we both have missed that? For that couple of days?

Tell me I'm just drunk.