No, my town isn't haunted *feels left out*

I saw as many jokes as anything. It seems to me that people are taught to ridicule such ideas as much as to believe in them.

 

My house is haunted. Whenever I go for a no. 1, I leave the seat up. Even if I haven't heard the toilet being flushed since, when I go back the seat is down. Also, whenever I run out of orange juice, a new, opened carton always appears in the fridge. I throw my clothes into the corner of my bedroom when they're dirty... a couple of days later, they're gone... the next day, they're in my wardrobe. And get this: clean as if I'd never wore them. Weird, huh? My girlfriend doesn't believe any of this. Whenever I try and talk to her about it, she just laughs, shakes her head and walks off. She's Scully to my Mulder.