So uhhhh, what just happened?
Yesterday, I ran my laundry downstairs. The basket is one of those tall, hefty ones. And I grabbed it to take downstairs. I opened the basement door, saw my packages of envelopes that I put on the top step to take down and grabbed them and put them on top of my clothes in my basket. The colored envelopes were from my youngest son that he didn't need anymore, so he gifted them to me. I, then, took the basket downstairs and put it on the floor in front of the washer, like I always do.
I then looked up to see see my mother's basket on top of the washing machine and said "Oh yeah, I forgot her laundry was in the dryer" and so I pulled it down and filled up her basket from the dryer and placed it on the floor. Here is the weird thing: I don't do that. I don't close the washer lid for any reason after I use the washer. I know that will lead to mold, and a stinky washing machine, but there it was, closed, with the basket on top. In the moment, I didn't even think anything of it, as my son does that. But I never put baskets on the top of the machine myself. But I didn't think anything of it at the time, even though I was the one to put the clothes in the dryer the day before. And I know this, because I remember being freaked out that evening, because every once in awhile, I get freaked out in my basement, thinking something is down there or watching me. It's a weird feeling and I hate it. I don't always feel that way, just sometimes.
So then, I opened the washing machine and poured in the soap, turned on the water, and stuck my head in the washing machine to get a big whiff (as I always do--this soap smells sooooo good LOL), then reached down, grabbed those envelopes out of my basket (they were in my way to get the laundry out), put them ON TOP of the dryer (as I always do when I carry something downstairs with the laundry--the dryer is my go-to place to put stuff), and filled the machine with my clothes and closed the lid. I promptly forgot I put the envelopes ON TOP of the dryer, because I am ADHD and I always forget I put something on the dryer (usually it's my cell phone LOL). I then walked over to my rack of clothes to see if there is room for my sweatshirts and winter coats (there was not) and went up upstairs.
A few hours later, I remembered the laundry (as I wanted to sleep and my PJs were in the wash), and I went downstairs to switch over the laundry to the dryer (actually, I was just going to just put my PJs in there so they'd dry quicker, and then throw the rest of the laundry in after they were done, which is what we did).
But, I get downstairs and there it was: my very large and tall laundry basket is ON TOP of the washer. What?! I left that sucker on the floor, what was going on??
I always keep baskets on the floor, though once in awhile I have put my mother's basket on the top of the washer while it was washing, but only so it doesn't get mixed up with other baskets and it's pretty small. But very seldom have I ever done that. But my big honking laundry basket? I know for a fact I would not do that and did not do that. But that wasn't even the weirdest part. I then look on top of the dryer...and there's my envelopes...UNDER the box of dryer sheets. Double what??!!
A) I don't use dryer sheets. Ever. I only bought them because I was having an issue with static one time this past winter. One time in FOUR YEARS. But 99.99999% of the time, I do not use them.
B) I am not certain where I placed those envelopes on my dryer but if it was anywhere related to the dryer sheets, it would have been on top of them. But I never touched that box of sheets when I was down there. To me, it looked as though someone knocked them both down off the dryer and then picked them up and placed them back on top, but the opposite way I had them. But there is ZERO chance it was me. There was also a set of bedsheets knocked down, too that fell between the washer and dryer that I don't remember seeing earlier when I loaded the washer, but maybe that happened at another time? But I really think I would have noticed it, as it's a package of brand new sheets and they are a different color from everything else (which is why I saw them when I did).
C) Here's the lowdown on where my family members were when all this was going down: my hubby (Alex Hartwell) had a pretty bad migraine and was in bed all evening, so it wasn't him. My youngest hasn't been in the basement in days. And my oldest never goes in the basement, and if he had, he's the type to knock something over and leave it, not pick it back up and put it back. But he hadn't been downstairs in at least a week. And my mother was 1) sleeping and 2) she's disabled and doesn't go in the basement and hasn't been down there since last year's tornado scare. So....it was just me...and my laundry. And yet, none of these things were me. So yeah. What the heck? How did these things happen and who did it?
This shit makes me feel crazy! And because of that, I have to keep second guessing myself "Did I do that? No...no way did I do any of that. But maybe? No...there's no freaking way! But...what if...?"
I will say, the laundry baskets being on top of the washer surprised me, but neither of them made me feel the way I felt when I saw my envelopes with a box of dryer sheets on top of them. When I looked over to see that, my stomach just dropped to the floor and I started panicking. Because putting a laundry basket where it doesn't belong is one thing, but to know for a 100% fact that there was NO way I put something on top of the item I just set down, let's just say it was more than just a little unsettling. My mind never first goes to ghosts or the supernatural or to a glitch in the matrix. No, my mind goes straight to:
"WHO THE FUCK IS IN MY HOUSE??!!!" The supernatural doesn't scare me, but people do. And the idea of a person being in my basement with me? Well, I think that's pretty much everyone's nightmare come true.
So I quickly threw my PJ's in the dryer and ran upstairs and desperately interviewed everyone in the house to make sure it wasn't them. They I sent my husband and my "vicious" dog to go check out the basement and nope, nobody was there (I use quotes because he's a love bug, but would definitely kill a stranger who got into our house). So, if no strange human was in our basement, and no strange family members had been in the basement in many days (except for me), then what other explanation is there?
Maybe it was me? I don't know. I mean, I can get on board with maybe, just maybe, the laundry baskets. But I never shut the washer after washing, because my washer gets stinky and mildewy. But perhaps this one time, that's what I did. I don't know why I would have as I've never done that before, but I will give in on this one thing. Maybe. BUT I REFUSE to give in on the fact that the envelopes were somehow placed UNDER the box of dryer sheets (that I never use) by me. There is ZERO way that I would have done that, as I clearly remember putting them down and not touching them again, nor did I touch anything else on top of that dryer.
So, what do you think? A glitch in the matrix? Or does this middle-aged woman need her memory checked? Either way, let know what you think below.
Oh, just so you know, I am so freaked out by this that I ordered another house camera to catch movement in the basement (it snaps pics when someone comes in view of the camera). And if that doesn't sound like beginning of a horror movie, I don't know what does LOL I will upload anything strange--or unusual--here. Until then, my friends. And please, tell me, has anything like this happened to you??
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