All right, try "rationally" explaining the following:
Lights switched on and off, including a lamp with a dimmer knob turned from off to full "by themselves".
Taps turning on after being wrenched off as hard as possible by myself, and no change in water pressure
Clock radios and CD players turning on " by themselves"
Voices suddenly coming from speakers, when no appliance connected to them is switched on
A blu- ray player rapidly switching itself on and off, disc tray sliding in and out in rapid succession, and continuing to do so even when unplugged (no battery or residual charge inside)
Cushions - one side patterned, the other plain, being turned around 180 degrees, twice in an empty, locked room, once when I was in the room and my back was turned,
A small plastic box leaving a shelf and travelling four feet across a room in which I was standing
Small objects dropping down in front of me, out of the air above my head
A letterbox flapping for several seconds on a day with no breeze whatsoever, and nobody outside ( the dog hears everybody who comes to the door and barks even when nobody else has heard them)
I could go on, but I'll cap it with one last recollection:
I was once getting ready at travel from City A , where I live, to City B, when I couldn't find my phone in my small rucksack. Searched everywhere but gave up after a few minutes and got a spare ready to charge. Shortly afterwards my phone reappeared again in my rucksack.
I knew who had taken it - the person in spirit responsible for all the above goings on. I knew it was just a joke and didn't mind really.
Anyway, I travelled to City B the following day. While there I spoke to this person, just speaking out loud into the air across the river while standing at the riverfront. This person has proven to me in the past that they can hear every word I say to them, so I no longer feel daft doing this.
I said, among other things, "Look, 'nameofperson', I know it was you that hid my phone yesterday. I could do without that when I'm getting ready to come here. Bloody pack it in. Don't do it again". All this said in mock annoyance.
Back home to City A. Hang coat up in hallway and go to take phone out of pocket - not in either pocket, and not in rucksack either. I thought, "not again!" I spoke again to this person, this time saying, " Right, 'nameofperson', this isn't funny anymore. I want my bloody phone back - now!"
I then went into the kitchen for a couple of minutes. Returned to the hallway, and sure enough, my phone was back in my coat pocket. And no, no other living person had been in that hallway at any time during all this.
And before anyone says, "I don't believe you", I. don't. care. I will happily and confidently assert, swearing on all my three daughter's lives, till the day I leave this life myself, that all of the above have happened to me, exactly as I have described above.
I await any " rational" explanations patiently.