The problem with your little theory is that there are no doors between the kitchen and living room, there's no door between the living room and hall and there is a door between the hall and bathroom however it's open if it's not occupied and I assume it was open.
The doorways are just visual barriers to separate the rooms.
Listen, 4 people don't go crazy the same way at the same time. I didn't experience anything until I returned home and I didn't hear about any of these happenings until I informed Maude that I had felt something in the house.
Independent conclusions, not something tossed around a camp fire between us all.
Yeah, you like to laugh at us all because you believe it's as simple as a boiler expanding and contracting, but until you've clearly heard the words "stop it" in your ear while home alone or felt something ABSOLUTELY UNEXPLAINABLE
crawl into bed with you and vanish before you can look at it, you will never understand that there are such phenomena that can't be explained.
I'm not the only one that has had things crawl into bed with me and hear talking and steps on the carpet from all over the house. 3 weeks ago it seems something has decided to play with us.
Ecoh: LUL, funny you say that, she's the only one not scared $%#*less of going in there, even taking a bath with a flashlight when there's a perfectly good shower in the other part of the house
So...you think I'm crazy?
OK, hearing footsteps, seeing shadows, things being rearranged. These could, in most cases, be mistaken sounds, optical illusions, and absent mindedness, even a mental issue.
However, in my most active house I lived with my mother, three sisters and my brother. ALL of us experienced something and ALL of us know what we saw. As I said before, 2 people don't see the same image in the clouds, it's subjectional, but for all 6 of us to "see" the same "bunny" in the clouds independently...it just doesn't happen.
My younger sister had a remote control Barbie Car, some time around 1996. The car, one day, began going forward, reversing, and going forward repeatedly. We all joked that it was possessed and that it was a demon car, but we
knew it was just radio interference, happens all the time with phones and walkie talkies, right?
Problem:
Soon after, we got tired of the thing going nuts under my sister's bed, so my dad (who prefers not to talk about this or the other happenings and was a major skeptic before) removed the batteries.
Problem solved. No poltergeist is going to be possessing that car with their mystic radio controller of doom to write cryptic pagan messages in our carpeting! LUL
But oh no, it didn't stop. My father, who never believed what we said about the car to begin with, was walking through my sister's room to reach her bathroom (or closet, whatever it's not important) and the car drove out from under the bed and into his ankle. Needless to say, it was the first and only time I ever heard him scared #*%&less.
I laughed at him and turned the car over to remove the batteries that my sister must have put back in but was absolutely HORRIFIED when I picked the car up and looked under to find the battery cover gone and the battery compartment empty.
We moved from that house in about 2000. The car never became "possessed" in any of our houses again.
Feel free to pick up a Barbie Radio Control Sports Car (By Mattel!) and visit the rental property in Texas any time it is vacant. PM me for the address.
For reference, our car was
blue.