1.1 I would like to share a series of events, or if you will, a set of data, which I have found inexplicable by purely physical means. Last week, my wife came home and almost immediately said, Why did you throw the teddy bears on the floor? I was at the computer across the room; I looked and said, I didn't move them.
1.2 I thought no more about this until I moved away from the computer, and my wife, who was standing near me, looked at the wall and said, Where did those come from? She was visibly shaken. The wall, about 0.5 m from the floor, and for about 0.75 m across, was covered with purple crayon marks. They were light strokes, mostly vertical or slanted either right or left. I closely examined them, and found two tiny (<1mm) pieces of what appeared to be crayon wax on one of the marks. When I shone a light across the marks, they indeed reflected as wax. The overall layout, an oblong with no observable pattern, was exactly what a 1- 1.5 year-old child would produce. However, we have neither crayons nor child. I immediately took video of the marks.
1.3 Of course I went to the apartment management and asked if a maintenance person had been in our apartment while we were out. They looked at their records and said, No. I described the crayon marks, and the management said that although the apartment had been painted for us, the marks might be "bleed-through" from previous tenant. However, this could not be the case, because the marks appeared suddenly, only in that one area, and as I said, had bits of wax adhering.
1.4 Moreover, I had bought my wife a bouquet of roses, and the vase was standing between the sofa on which she had put the teddy bears, and the wall on which the marks appeared. All of this raised several questions.
1.5 Even if a maintenance person had visited, why would they bring a toddler? If anyone came in, why would they bring a toddler, let it play with the teddy bears, mark on the walls, and not clean afterwards? Most of all, why would a toddler ignore the fully-blooming roses between the wall and sofa? Any child would play with them, and probably upset the vase as well.
1.6 I was still straining for a non-metaphysical explanation, but the concept of someone entering our apartment, allowing a toddler to play and scribble on the wall, while it ignored a bright bouquet, and all without any other signs of disturbance, was very perplexing. But there would be more.
1.7 A few nights later, as we drove away from the apartment, the radio suddenly came on. The music was soft and pleasant. My wife turned it off, then fiddled with the switch to see if we could have bumped it accidentally. No, the switch was inset. The only non-metaphysical explanation was an electrical problem in my very new car, which had no such problems before.
1.8 Then, a few nights ago, my wife was sleeping on the sofa. There was a board, which had been the shelf of a coffee table, leaning against the wall above her head. She awoke to the sound of knocking: a pattern of three knocks, with variable intervals. Knock, knock, knock. She got up, and almost awakened me; but I was sleeping soundly, and she did not want to disturb me (I have trouble sleeping). My wife counted her fingers, then checked the kitchen clock: it was about 02:00.
1.9 My wife was frightened. She moved from the sofa to the bed, and although the knocking continued, she eventually fell asleep. After I awoke, I adjured her to awaken me if anything unusual ever happened again. She has continued to be afraid, but although my skin prickles, I want video of anything unusual.
2.0 Finally, or thus far, three days ago, my wife was sitting at the computer, and saw a photograph of me fluttering. At first she thought her eyes were playing tricks. But then two days ago, she saw the same movement. There have been no seismic tremors, nothing but the photograph moved. The window was closed and there was no appreciable air movement. Yet the photograph moved.
2.1 These are the data, the evidence of something I cannot physically explain. Perhaps you can help. Thank you.
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