In high school I would always get ready for school home alone. Both my parents had to be to work early so I was used to having my alone time. My senior year of high school I started straightening my hair, which I did in the hallway bathroom so the long fallout pieces wouldn't get all over my bedroom. Before leaving the house I would always go over my hair once more because I'm extremely OCD, leaving the light on to remind me the straightener was still plugged in.
One specific morning I walked past the bathroom to go to the kitchen, the light was on. I walked back not even a minute later and the light was off. I thought maybe this was a coincidence and I hadn't noticed that the light was actually off when I walked by the first time. The more I thought about it, the more I was certain that the light was on. I tried to avoid thinking about it as much I could.
When I went to leave the house that morning I couldn't find my car keys. I called my mom and she assured me when she left that morning they were in the same place on the hanging rack they were always at by the front door. Panicking that I would be late for school, I searched the entirety of my room thinking maybe I had thrown them on my dresser the night before. I retraced my footsteps from when I arrived home the night before, all trough my morning routine. I checked the hallway bathroom, and I found them sitting on the counter right beneath the light switch. There was no way I would have grabbed them anytime before leaving because our front door is on the opposite side of the house.
I kept trying to make sense of the situation, such as maybe I had them in my had when I went to straighten my hair before leaving the house, I couldn't think of any reason I would have had them before literally walking out the door. I was genuinely freaked out, for weeks after I would have my best friend come over and get ready with me. She was the only one I had told about the occurrence. After some time I had completely blocked out the situation.
Fast forward to today, four years later, it has been a full week since I have moved back into my parent's home for the summer. The same exact situation happened before I left for work, I'm starting to think something in the house is out to scare the living crap out of me. And they're doing a very good job at it, if it happens again I might have to consider finding somewhere else to live.
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