Get a small wood box, as soon as you are done charging your batts put the adapter(s) and cable(s) in it. If they dissapear after that, either someone is fucking with you, or you have a poltergeist.
We have ruled out someone fucking with me, my family doesn't do pranks or things like that. I am going to keep them in my mums room from now on, we have found a place to keep them, but a box would be a good idea.
If things continue to go missing though, I agree. We have had some, what could you call it, 'activity', in the past, some quite frightening, but i hope there is a logical explanation to some like group hallucination ETC.
Upstairs is just one big room. Whatever bad that was here was up there, we all could feel it. I used to be too scared to go upstairs on my own to play pool or darts practice, but for about 3 years it feels OK up there. I go up there at midnight to practice darts. But I am not afraid to admit, when I was 21-22, I was scared to go up there alone.
Whatever it was seemed to have gone though, as shit went normal. I do know though that my fiancee had a problem for around 8 months, medical problem she is fine now, and she was very angry during this period.
People who believe, could this have bought it back?
Also, selling my soul to satan at 15 probably wasn't the best idea. We got the ritual off the internet. It is probably bullshit, just involved burning my name and a few other things, me and a few mates did it for a laugh. Around that age is when my life went downhill, ultimating in a life threatening condition.
In hospital when I was withdrawing, there was a voice that was not mine. Reading scripture of some shit, and some language I do not understand. I know it was logically a alcohol withdrawal hallucination, but the voice was going faster than my brain has ever been able to think.
I believe in bad things. Some people may judge me for this. I also believe in good things, wether that be a 'god' or just a Force, beyond human comprehension. I just hope that ritual I performed can be reversed if the bastard exists.
I sleep with a bible. I am not christain, but it makes me feel safer. Everyone in this household, including my near 80 year old grandfather sleeps with the lights on.