Back when I was married we lived in a house we knew the owner Fred Moritz had died in. Nothing much happened to make us think it could be haunted except some footsteps late at night.
My wife left for the State Fair every year to show horses. She'd leave early in the week, I'd finish work and met her there late in the week.
One year on the morning I was to leave I was getting ready to go to work (would leave after) I talked to myself to help me remember a couple things later. I walked by our programmable thermostat and said out loud that I needed to remember to set it up 10 degrees before I left. Also as I put my stuff together to pick up after work and leave for the fair I set my bag on the bed and a hat next to it and said out loud "take this hat with me."
When I got home the thermostat was set to where I was going to put it and the hat was balanced on the corner of the bed where there was no way I could miss it.
A couple years later we re-painted the front door and took of the "Moritz" name plate on it off and nothing ever happened again.
courtesy of BoneKrusher
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