The next little problem with the home is both a repetitive thing and a one timer thus far. The repetitive problem is that whenever I enter my bedroom something always falls. It can be anything, a picture off the wall, make-up will roll off my vanity, my closet door will shudder when something from the many piles a top it's shelves takes a dive, but ALWAYS something. Also, my bed is a swinging one. It’s a laying-swinging patio bench with a mattress on top so that I can rock when I sleep. (I love swings and swing every night for an hour in my backyard on our swing set. Snow, rain, and sleet never stop me.) It swings very gently at all times, but is never moving enough that you notice without watching it for a second or two. I just got home, had just opened my door and the bed was swaying rapidly from side to side as though someone had just pushed it, though my door had been locked, I just saw the cat outside, and no one had been home since 6:00 that morning.

Now for the worst of it, or so I think because this is what frightened me the most of everything I endured.

这房子还有一个持续发生的麻烦和一个迄今只出现过一次的问题。持续出现的麻烦是每次我走进卧室，总会有东西掉落。要么是画从墙上掉下来，要么是化妆品从梳妆台上滚落，要不就是衣柜中放在架子顶端的什么东西掉下来，衣柜门叮咣作响。总之，一定会有什么东西掉落。我的床还会摇摆。它简直就是一块加了床垫的平放着的秋千架，我在睡觉的时候还可以不停摆动。(我喜欢荡秋千，每天晚上都会在后院的秋千架上荡一个小时，风雨无阻。)它摇摆的幅度总是很小，不留心看是注意不到的。那天我回到家，打开卧室门，发现床像是被人推着一样从一侧向另一侧快速摆动着，但我的房门是锁着的，房外只有一只猫，而且那天早上6：00钟之后家里根本没人。

下边要讲最糟的一件事，也是我所经历的这一切中最让我害怕的一件事。