Paranormal or Paranoid?

So... some minor stuff has been happening in the house over the last few months, and I never really thought anything of it until it was more than like one or two instances.

Not long after my boyfriend and I moved into the house my brother lives in, funny things started happening. First, I was asleep, and the boyfriend was on the computer with the headphones on when he heard the shower turn on. That's not unusual as my brother gets in at all hours of the night. Well, after the shower appeared to be on for something like 40 minutes (much longer showers than my brother takes), he went up to check and make sure everything was ok. Well, he took off the headphones and walked out our room and realized the shower wasn't on. So he walked into the kitchen and saw that our back door was open, and the rainstorm outside was pouring into the kitchen. (Keep in mind at this time, both dogs and the cat were still inside, none raising any kind of stink about the back door, none of them running outside and playing in the rain) Being the paranoid guy that he is, he grabbed a knife and checked the entire house for an intruder. There was no one here, so he shut and locked the back door. He came back in the room and about 15 minutes later he heard what sounded like a shower, he walked back in the kitchen and tha back door was wide open. Now, that door is heavy and has a deadbolt lock. There was absolutely no way it could've been opened from the outside without a key, or breaking the window.

A few weeks after that happened, we had been watching an anime cartoon on my laptop when the battery died. So we shut down the laptop, closed it, and set it on the floor to finish watching it on the desktop. About half an hour later when I was getting ready to go to work, all the sudden we heard the anime pickup, right where we had left off on it, from the laptop which was still theoretically turned off, with a dead battery, on the floor.

Nothing else happened for awhile until yesterday morning I woke up and there was a gray case on the kitchen floor. I didn't know what it was so I figured my brother had something to do with it. Well, boyfriend and I were sitting outside smoking a cigarette, when brother came out and asked who was using the nail gun, and that it wouldn't work too well without the compressor. Apparently that gray case housed a nail gun, and was normally kept on a shelf above the washer, something like 6-7 feet off the ground. I examined the shelf and there was no way my cat could have gotten up there, for one thing, and for two, there would have been no way for her to get behind it and push it off. The dogs were again well out of range of the shelf. And had the case simply fallen the 6-7 ft to the floor, the noise would certainly have woken someone up. But the kicker comes in when I noticed the case ACROSS the kitchen floor, on the other end of the room where the washer an dryer are. Had it fallen, the noise would have been so loud it would have scared the hell out of the cat, and the dogs don't mess with anything that isn't food or a toy, so we were stumped.

I had thought that that was all that had been going on in the house until yesterday when my boyfriend and brother both had experienced walking into the kitchen at ridiculous hours of the night (3-4am) and looking at the stove, noticed one of the burners was on. Not in a way that the handle had slipped (which is unlikely, as they're difficult enough to turn anyway), but that it had been lit (you know how you have to pause a sec to wait for it to light), and then moved from there. I'd be willing to attribute this to someone forgetting to turn it off, but apparently it was on nights where no one had used the stove at all... and twice...?

Am I just paranoid or what? :/

And the days keep rolling

It's June tenth and I have managed not to do something horrible in my life that would prevent me the opportunity of typing on this lil' screen. Personally, I'm pretty impressed by that. No, my long absence is attributed to the routine in which I find myself. It isn't boring, or mundane, it's just one of those things you get into when you have a very nearly full time job.

Life is doing well for me so far. Boyfriend and I both work, come home, take care of the animals, pay the bills, play World of Warcraft, cuddle before bed, rinse, repeat. I mean yeah, the days don't really hold any surprises for me, but that's alright. They're comfortable. And comfortable is just what I needed.