I recently moved into a new apartment but am not quite convinced that I am living there alone. Several occurrences since my move-in date have caused me to wonder if I am experiencing a haunting. Now, from what I understand about ghosts, they're generally in areas – parks, houses, hotels, etc. – with a history of some sort of evil and associated death. Since my apartment building is only 2 years old, I find it difficult to believe that much has happened there that would be inviting to a ghost. But then again it is San Francisco, so who knows.
Incident #1: Restless TV. The first night that I moved in, I set up my TV with an antenna that I'd used forever (yes, I still use an antenna). It's a new TV (less than 4 months old) and a good brand with apparently no weird issues, and I hadn't experienced a problem with it before this incident. Well, as I was flipping through the 5 channels trying to decide which ridiculous show to watch, the TV decided that I was going to watch everything. Remote down, backed away from the machine, turning it off and then back on, all the TV wanted to do was flip through the channels. Needless to say, I was stuck watching movies.
Incident #2: Misplaced pillows. Upon returning from visiting family for the holidays, I discovered my couch pillows on my bed, neatly placed side by side on my bed pillows. This may not seem like that strange of an incidence, but I would NEVER move my couch pillows to my bed.
Incident #3: The Ghost Whisperer. On the same night that I returned home from visiting family, I turned on the TV and went about making dinner, not really paying attention to what was on. As soon I realized that, again, the TV was flipping through the channels, I walked over to it in frustration and just stared at it for a moment trying to figure out what could possibly be going on. Well, as soon as it had my attention, it stopped. The show that it stopped on: The Ghost Whisperer.
Incident #4: Where is my goddamn phone?!?! Some time went by between incident #3 and the happenings of this last weekend. In fact, it had been so quiet that I thought for certain my ghost had tired of me and moved on… until last night. I was cooking dinner and carrying on various text message conversations, leaving my phone in the same location on the kitchen counter after each message. Yet every time a new message came in, I turned around to check it and my phone wasn't there. Literally, I had to search my apartment for my phone EVERY SINGLE TIME a new message came in.
Is all this a coincidence? Am I just losing my mind? Only my ghost knows.