During the time that I've lived with Geoffrey, I've had quite a few experiences with paranormal activity in the house when he or the others are gone.
One time, in particular, Geoff had flown down to North Carolina to visit his mother. I was home alone and doing laundry. The washing machine is located in the bathroom and the dryer is located upstairs in the attic, where we know Raymond enjoys spending much of his time.
I was sitting at the computer, typing a letter to Geoff when out of the corner of my eye I saw the attic door open. Thinking maybe it was a draft, I got up and closed the door... tight. The attic door is not one that can be opened really easily. At times, you have to use your shoulder to push it open as it sticks in the door jam a bit.
After I closed the door, I sat back at the computer continuing my letter. I got up to get a drink from the fridge and noticed the door was wide open again. I freaked out a little bit and closed the door again, making sure that it was latched this time. I got my drink, finished my letter and sent it off, and went into the shower. When I went in, the door was closed, when I came out, the door was wide open. I know for a fact I closed it several time and that I was the only one at home.
I have since then realized that Raymond likes to play games with us.
Another time, while Geoff was still in NC, I was home alone and someone softly called my name three times in succession. "Bridget, Bridget, Bridget". At first I thought it was Geoff, but I realized he was still away and it spooked me a bit. It sounded as if the person was whispering directly into my ear.
Yet another incident involving the attic door was another time that I was doing laundry and had gone upstairs to get the clothes out of the dryer. Typically, if someone is going upstairs to get laundry and knows they are going to be coming back down with their arms loaded, they'll leave the door open. Well, as I came down the stairs, my arms full of dry clean clothes, I found the door shut. Not just slightly shut, but all the way shut, wedged into the door jam. I had to maneuver the clothes a bit and managed to get a hand on the door knob and, as I stated before, had to push with my shoulder to open the door.
Now you tell me that Raymond (or Leroy) isn't trying to have a little fun with us.
