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So my brother says I have a poultrygeist in my shower. Yes, he knows it's 'poltergeist,' he's just being dumb.
Yesterday when I came home I found Mom in the family room, with the ceiling dripping, the carpet wet, some books ruined and the coffee table stained because said books had been sitting on it. She said that when she got home she found my shower on with the door open and the lights and vent on. The bathroom floor was flooded and since my bathroom is right above the family room, well...that explains the drippy ceiling.
I said I might have left the lights and vent on but never the shower. I always turn the shower off before I get out of it. Mom still seemed to think the most likely explanation was that I'd been a space cadet (Dad later thought so too, as I'd been in a hurry that morning), but while I used to be rather absentminded, I'm not nearly as much anymore. Fortunately they didn't yell at me or anything, because I think the fact that I was truthfully telling them that I had not left the shower on just barely outweighed their belief that I'm dumb enough to forget to turn off the shower. My little brother defended me. "She's not that stupid!" he said.
I had to mop up my bathroom floor and help Mom move the rug and furniture in the family room. We have yet to put back the furniture. The hardwood floor, in spite of mom's fears, seems to be okay, and the ceiling now looks fine.
Today we had confirmation that the whole shower-being-left-on episode was not my fault. My little brother, now done with school, was up in his bathroom late this morning when the lights there dimmed and he heard the pipes going in my bathroom (they make a sort of muted but high-pitched noise when my shower's on). He knew I wasn't home so he went to my bathroom to see what was up - and, lo and behold, the shower had turned itself on somehow. He turned it off and told Dad that there was apparently a poultrygeist in my bathroom. We have a plumber coming on Tuesday. Maybe we should get an exorcist too, just in case.
Yesterday when I came home I found Mom in the family room, with the ceiling dripping, the carpet wet, some books ruined and the coffee table stained because said books had been sitting on it. She said that when she got home she found my shower on with the door open and the lights and vent on. The bathroom floor was flooded and since my bathroom is right above the family room, well...that explains the drippy ceiling.
I said I might have left the lights and vent on but never the shower. I always turn the shower off before I get out of it. Mom still seemed to think the most likely explanation was that I'd been a space cadet (Dad later thought so too, as I'd been in a hurry that morning), but while I used to be rather absentminded, I'm not nearly as much anymore. Fortunately they didn't yell at me or anything, because I think the fact that I was truthfully telling them that I had not left the shower on just barely outweighed their belief that I'm dumb enough to forget to turn off the shower. My little brother defended me. "She's not that stupid!" he said.
I had to mop up my bathroom floor and help Mom move the rug and furniture in the family room. We have yet to put back the furniture. The hardwood floor, in spite of mom's fears, seems to be okay, and the ceiling now looks fine.
Today we had confirmation that the whole shower-being-left-on episode was not my fault. My little brother, now done with school, was up in his bathroom late this morning when the lights there dimmed and he heard the pipes going in my bathroom (they make a sort of muted but high-pitched noise when my shower's on). He knew I wasn't home so he went to my bathroom to see what was up - and, lo and behold, the shower had turned itself on somehow. He turned it off and told Dad that there was apparently a poultrygeist in my bathroom. We have a plumber coming on Tuesday. Maybe we should get an exorcist too, just in case.
