Okay so ya'll were so interested in my haunted house story. This is actually a lot less exciting than it sounds so for once my story is gonna be lame. I'm a total stickler for things like making sure my pantry is closed before I leave the house, making sure lights are turned off, TV is turned off. Mainly because I'm a mom so I am detail oriented by forced nurture and also because my dog will get into the pantry and eat all the things.
So yesterday when I let to go to that lunch I did my sweep of the house. Shut the pantry, turned off the TV, blah blah blah. When I came home hours later the pantry was open with the light on and all the lights in my house were on, even upstairs. I NEVER go upstairs. Even the TV was on. However my dog was just sitting on the couch as if nothing was odd. We've been burglarized in the past so he is pretty in tune to intruders. Also he didn't eat "all the things" like he usually would have. The entire situation was fishy and terrifying.
Then that evening my mother in law stopped by to get clothes for my kids. She was keeping them overnight because I was a mess due to the car accident. She brought my 6 year old (Spencer) along. We were in my front room first chit chatting and Spencer was in the living room playing with his Legos. My MIL and I walked into my kitchen to grab a water bottle for my Spencer's lunch the next day and we walked back into my front room and my end table was moved completely into the foyer.
I immediately yelled at Spencer for moving it although I did think it was pretty impossible for him to move our super heavy end table across the front room in less than one minute. He quickly said he didn't do it and he had been playing with his Legos the entire time. I told him to come move it back and he complained he really didn't do it and said he couldn't even move it and came and showed me that it was far too heavy for him to even move. It took me and my MIL to move it back.
So yep, I have a poltergeist, the unhappy kind that moves furniture.