or more a human being was having a bit of fun with your gullibility.
I'm a bit
about the humans that "have a bit of fun" at other people's expense.
I was convinced that unknown forces were at play when I sealed my wage packet, went to sleep, woke to a wage packet TIGHTLY SEALED that had five quid less in when I opened it. (there was only 25 quid in it so no I did not miscount).
7, yes 7, years later after all that time being littered with references to my "spooky" wage stealing encounter with the spirit world, my (now ex) husband revealed that after I wnet to sleep he went for my wage packet (cos he'd lost on the gee gees and was down to 50p with three days to go tillpay day). I hadn't sealed the packet as well as I'd thought. So he managed to release the flap, extract a fiver and then reseal it properly.
7 fucking years of me swearing black's blue that there was no plausable explanation and I was being targeted by tealeaf ghost who left me short as some kind of cosmic tax.
He was very lucky he didn't join the spirit world himself when he finally confessed, cos while I would drag out the cosmic tax story in a pretty light hearted way when ghostie encounters were shared I lugged around a real sense of disquiet all that time. It was like I couldn't fully trust my surroundings.
7 fucking YEARS.
The git. all cos it was more important for me not to be angry with him about gambling again when we were so skint than it was for me not to feel I could trust the physical world around me.
I left him over twenty years ago, and that one still gets my dander up even now. Oh how he laughed AT me when he finally told me. His glee at revealling my gullability was a bit more chilling than thinking a ghost was nicking off me.
I sometimes wonder what proportion of people finding things being moved/rearraged inexplicably are undergoing some wierd control based form of gaslighting.
I think some people may be getting a kick out of being able to distort their loved one's/relative's relationship with reality at will.