And Bri very generously helped Dude and I paint last night. Our goal was to get the dining room and the girls' room and closet prepped and primed. We got it mostly done (I finished the girls' room this morning). Our system was that Bri and I prepped the dining room and then moved upstairs while Dude started the painting. It seemed to be working out alright. Until I was alone in the girls' room for a minute and the light flashed off-on-off-on-off-on-off-on-off-on. If you've been reading my blog for awhile, you know that I am TERRIFIED of ghosts. So, I panicked. Bri then told me that the tape had mysteriously rolled into her foot a little earlier. This, of course, led to the two of us high-tailing it down to the dining room where I hemmed and hawed and finally said to Dude, "Um, we're scared. The light kept turning on and off. The tape rolled into Bri's foot. Can we stay with you?" To which Dude mocked us and basically told us to get our butt's back up there. Bri and I decided that the house didn't seem scary - just those things did - and that whomever was here was clearly "good." So we went back up. 

The more we talked about it, the more I felt like there wasn't anyone but us there. I learned that Bri had just set the tape down when it rolled, so no real mystery (it just caught her off guard). We had been taping the closet - which is a walk-in closet out in the hallway, not actually part of the bedroom - and I walked back into the girls' room. I turned on the light and commented to Bri that I was SURE there weren't scary ghosts in the house. AND THAT'S WHEN THE LIGHT DID IT AGAIN!!!! I yelled for Dude to get up there and he came quickly. I told him it happened again and we stood there waiting. And waiting. And waiting. Finally Dude walked over to the switch, turned it off, flipped it on and THERE! My heart was racing. Dude looked at me like I was the biggest moron ever. He was all, "Look. It's an old switch. You have to push it all the way up or it sort of hovers around three-quarters up. It's not establishing a solid connection so it's flickering." And he did it again to prove his point. 

Me: "Oh. Well. Thanks. Sorry. I was scared. I still want to sage the house."

The eye-rolling continued and he went back downstairs. I can't say I really blame him. But wouldn't you have been scared? I went back by myself this morning to finish painting that very room and everything was fine. I even went to the basement by myself to use the utility sink. Nothing scary. Whew! I was a little worried that we had made a terrible, terrible mistake.