Ghosts, Ghouls and Vibrators

Living in a very old house and with two confirmed ghostly sightings I sometimes get a tad nervous - only occasionally, maybe an over active imagination I don't know but sometimes when I open the front door I can sense that something has gone before me. In actual fact my apparition is a tall man with a black frock coat and a hat but I digress.

So now you are furnished with a slight history I will tell my tale.

The wind is howling, rain lashing against the attic window I am snuggled up in a large antique French wrought iron bed, deep plum velvet throw over crisp white Egyptian cotton duvet and sheets, stripped wooden floor and white sheepskin rugs - get the picture?

Fantastic

2.30 this morning said Egyptian cotton duvet, deep plum velvet throw get tossed in the air, I slip on the wonderful opulent sheepskin rug and I am running around the bedroom in search of an unhuman sound.

Now people tell me this ~ how does a six inch vibrator with dead batteries manage to turn itself on in the middle of the night when it is locked away in a cupboard!!!!!!!!!!

Tired Pixie does not know the answer either.