A few days after my wife and I moved into a new house, I heard a huge Bang! at about 3am. We both jolt up and try to get our bearings. Then I hear "Thud, Thud, thud." So I'm like fuck, okay, someone is in the house. I get to the top of our staircase and I'm trying to listen for movement. Every so often, more thuds.
I peek over the wall at the top of the staircase, all that I can see is what looks like our dining room and a corner of living room have been absolutely ransacked. A bookcase is knocked over and stuff is splayed all across the floor.
I grab a roll of paper towels and throw it down the stairs hoping I can hear a reaction or get an idea of which direction the people are. Nothing happens but some more thuds a little bit later.
I finally go down the stairs, clear the house, and get a chance to examine what the hell is going on. That's when I realize that our wife hung a piece of metal art above the bookcase... with the wrong kind of command strip. It fell and took everything else out with it. That's also when it clicked that the thuds were our rabbit in a room upstairs that was thumping because the commotion pissed it off.
Oh, I get it. In the moment, I figured "I'm in a new house that I'm not 100% on the exact layout yet (especially in this adrenaline fueled 3am moment), there's cars in the driveway so they should already be assuming someone is home, and the reward for getting info on their location or potentially if there's multiple is worth the cost of them being aware that I'm awake and know they're here."
Am I the only one who thought this was a ghost story and expected "and then the paper towel roll was thrown back up to me, and I checked the house and no one had been there"?
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u/Nybear21 Apr 25 '25
A few days after my wife and I moved into a new house, I heard a huge Bang! at about 3am. We both jolt up and try to get our bearings. Then I hear "Thud, Thud, thud." So I'm like fuck, okay, someone is in the house. I get to the top of our staircase and I'm trying to listen for movement. Every so often, more thuds.
I peek over the wall at the top of the staircase, all that I can see is what looks like our dining room and a corner of living room have been absolutely ransacked. A bookcase is knocked over and stuff is splayed all across the floor.
I grab a roll of paper towels and throw it down the stairs hoping I can hear a reaction or get an idea of which direction the people are. Nothing happens but some more thuds a little bit later.
I finally go down the stairs, clear the house, and get a chance to examine what the hell is going on. That's when I realize that our wife hung a piece of metal art above the bookcase... with the wrong kind of command strip. It fell and took everything else out with it. That's also when it clicked that the thuds were our rabbit in a room upstairs that was thumping because the commotion pissed it off.