not quite alone

you know how i live alone? well i am not so sure that is true to say. i have a silent, invisible "friend". at least i hope they are a friend. in any event they sometimes leave little reminders that they are there. little things all the time but more activity of late - like so:

• when ricebag literally throws her towels haphazardly on the washing line, she never pegs them. when ricebag came home to take towels off the line, they were all pegged and hung squarly.
• ricebag hung several floor mats out to air on the balcony. in the morning every other mat out of 6 was on the ground - if the wind blew them off then it should have blown all of them off, not every. other. one. (not that it was windy - it wasn't).
• the bedrooms of the house are separated from the living areas of the house by a corridor. this corridor is locked religiously by ricebag who takes the key out of the door when she leaves the house. ricebag came home to find the key in the door and the door open.
• at least once a day the light in that corridor will turn itself on.

i suppose all these things and the rest could be "explained away". but i prefer to go with what my gut tells me.