Either I have a strong metaphysical presence and he's clumsy, or my apartment is haunted.
So my day was filled with exhausting work designing and shit, but I swear I was awake and focused. So I got up to take a break, got some water, whatever. As I zoomed back to head over to the workstation, shit flew off the coffee table, WITHOUT me bumping or hitting it. The loud noise "kerplunked"and caught my attention, which was weird because I didn't hit the damn coffee table. Now I understand wind could have been the verdict, however, shit like my nook, a clip board along with a slew of paper flew off from a flat surface!
My initial thought was, "Okay I'm tired, perhaps maybe I did bump into the table?". But what happened next was quite disturbing.
All in consecutive order: I got up out of my workstation, I walked over towards the coffee table, bent over, and picked up the mess. Immediately after this, my drafting table, which was behind me, does this weird pop -- not a clunk, nor a clink, or a pow -- a fucking pop! As if a part of its side went up like someone picked it up and dropped it very quickly. Due to the initial incident with the coffee table, my mind was awake, I was sharp and I was focused. Not only was I certain about not running into the drafting table, I knew there was no possible way I could have produced the "pop" my drafting table had just done.
For the next five minutes I tried very hard to produce the same exact movement my drafting table had done. I had bumped into it to produce, but got nothing. Eventually I picked up the drafting table but could not copy this unique action it had done.
If this place truly was haunted I guess this is the first time I've dealt with a ghost. Or perhaps my metaphysical presence is just a clumsy fuck, I don't know.
FYI, this isn't the first weird incident, and probably not my last. Anyway, here is a character I worked on that night.