Good thing I didn't ask for a knife

I know I've mentioned my parent's house in previous posts. The spooky crap that goes on there. Well tonight was one of those nights.

The whole family is in town for my sister's graduation. We were all sitting around the dinner table about to eat, when I noticed that my fork was missing. Which was weird because we realized that we had set two extra table settings so I had just removed them and made sure that all the other settings were correct. I figured that I must have removed one too many forks and asked my dad to bring another for me. I get my new fork and we all sit down to eat.

My family has a tradition of a prayer before meals. So my dad is saying the prayer (is is extremely quiet except for his prayer) when a fork drops from under the table right at my feet. Loud as can be. Everyone looks at me and I just look under the table. There it is. A fork that fell from a high distance because it landed on the rug and it made a loud noise. I looked at the table and my new fork is still sitting there. I freaked out.

Everyone thought I was messing with them and that I dropped the fork on purpose. I thought my daughter had dropped it to mess with me. She did not. I couldn't believe that no one else believed me. They were all calm except me. So I dropped the subject. They started messing with me about it and then the lights in the room would flicker. Just THAT room. At first it happened when my sister was messing with me about it. I told her to watch it because obviously that was a sign.

About 30 minutes later my dad is making fun of me and the lights did it again. THAT caught their attention. It was all quiet and then my grandmother (who has Alzheimer's) says "Did you not pay your light bill because your light keeps going off?".

That was too funny and she broke the silence. The funny part is that she was completely serious. I do not like their house and hate going over there alone. It just has this weird vibe to it.