Paranormal Activity

6:30 am - Takes dog out. Come back inside. Put food in dog bowl. Dog freaks out in our kitchen as if there's a ghost. I didn't think anything of it because he can be on the skittish side.

6:40 am - I'm trying to go back to sleep when the dog jumps, uninvited onto the bed and plants himself firmly on my head. It is not abnormal for him to get into bed in the morning -- but he usually waits until I say okay and then rests at my feet. Husband thinks this is odd, and it is even odder when the pooch gets off of my head and puts his full weight onto the husband. He couldn't get close enough to the husband, but he also wouldn't settle down. Generally at that time he is super sleepy and passes out.

8:45 - We finally drag our asses out of bed. We realize that he did not eat ANY of his food. This is extremely strange. He's hungry all the time. He eats pork fat and fish skin and finishes each meal in 30 seconds. He pretty much spent all day hiding under my desk in the bedroom.

Fast forward to 7:15 - we have the windows open and it's getting breezy. We hear weird noises under the couch and look at each other confused. Then I hear a big CRASH in the hallway. Seth saw the dog's soccer ball fly up of its own volition and hit a mirror we have hanging on the hallway. The mirror comes crashing down but does not break. Husband proceeds to swear he hears some crazy stuff. I don't...

The boy just emerged from his hiding spot, tail tucked. Sniffed a few spots in the kitchen and ran back to hiding... ODD

A long time ago, I was baking cookies and felt a presence. I honestly think it was my grandma. That time, the pooch was staring straight up and wagging his tail maniacally. This is definitely not my grandma.

Friday while we were out of the park he ran past our usual spot. He should have been happy chasing his ball. Instead, his tail was tucked and on a sniffing mission. He led me to a spot where there were the discarded clothes of one of the gutter-punk-homeless kids who haunt our neighborhood smoking crack. Next to those was the torn up purse of a woman -- not of the gutter punk variety.