I have recently moved out of my parent's abode and I'm staying at my friend Mallory's Dad's house while he is out of town. I'm house sitting his magnificent condo, and after that I will be moving somewhere undecided. Living alone is absolutely fantastic, however, the first night was touch and go. I moved into the condo on a Sunday night at about ten o'clock, and was walking around the condo flipping light switches and checking windows and doors to ensure that they were properly secured. I turned on the light above the stairs on the main level, and walked into the basement, where the laundry room is. I turned on the laundry room light and the basement light, and walked into the laundry room. When I came out of the laundry room the basement light was off, and after feeling the light switch, I deduced that the bulb had clearly burned out. I walk upstairs, and the light above the stairs on the main level was also out. I went to bed, and while laying in bed, the light above the stairs randomly turned on; I almost shat my pants when the light came on. I had to say aloud "you are a rational human being, calm down, point your skeptical eye." I then pointed my actual eyes at the nearest blunt object, and after going over the logistics of beating someone to death with a lamp, I decided that my mitts would have to suffice, and I flew out of the bedroom door in my fight stance. As it turns out, I was alone in the house, and the electrical in this place is just a tad finicky.
In addition to the great lighting situation, I've also discovered that the condo next door shares a wall with my staircase, so it sounds like they are walking on my stairs when they walk through their house. I can see how less rational people believe in ghosts.
"You are a rational person, calm down, point your skeptical eye."