A ghost story?

Barney went on a bit of a rant said
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I have been slowly cleaning out my mother’s house this summer. It’s hard – too many memories keep bubbling up, but I’ve been making progress. Meanwhile, the house sits there, semi empty and alone. The neighbors have been watching it for me; I’m not worried about anyone breaking into it.

But I got a call from Mom’s across the street neighbor one night. She asked me if I knew that Mom’s light was on in her bedroom. Nooo. So, I got in the car and hurried over there (I live a mile away.) Yep, the light was on. Now what? Taking a deep breath, I went inside prepared for anything or nothing? It was nothing. The light was on and nothing had been disturbed. Maybe I had left it on? I don’t think so; I hadn’t been in her bedroom for a few days and the neighbor says she takes a look at the house every night when she gets home and this was the first time she’d seen it on.

So about a month later another neighbor, who lives across the street, called me one morning. She asked me if I left the light on in Mom’s office. Nooo. She said it was on when they left for dinner and a movie, but it was off when they got home. They thought maybe I had gone over there and turned it off.

Okay, about now, I’m starting to get a little freaked out. What is going on here? No one has the keys to Mom house except me. I’ve checked and re-checked and there is no other way to get in and out of Mom’s house. Nope, no way. This is just weird.

So, life goes on. A couple of weeks later, I kept hearing this strange buzzing noise in Mom’s house and couldn’t figure out where it was coming from. I checked everywhere and even went outside to see if I could hear it there. I didn’t. Finally, I went down to her basement. There are a couple of portable fans in one room of the basement and both of the were now on (this was before the sump pump disaster and the fans hadn’t been used in over a year). I quickly unplugged them and hustled upstairs. Now I am majorly freaked, but I haven’t any idea what to do about all of this.

Everything has been “normal” for about the last month until yesterday. When I arrived at her house, I heard music. I went down to my old bedroom, which 5 minutes after I moved out, Mom converted into a laundry and sewing room and there on the bookshelf, Mom’s radio was on. I tried to switch it off, but the only way I could get it to shut down was to unplug it.

I know this sounds made up, but I’d rather have you think this than to think that Barney has lost all of her marbles. (Actually, I know where my marbles are. They are in a jar on the mantle.) Sooo, does anyone have any idea as to,

WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON?