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human
Okay guys, so I've had a bit of a problem lately. Idk if I've been going crazy? I almost hope I've been going more crazy than usual, but the likelihood of that happening is actually decreasing. I'm hoping you guys can listen and help me out.

So at the beginning of last week, I was finishing up my work at home when I saw my husband step into the door of my office, reach in and toss a package into the dresser drawer right next to the door. Surprised, as he was about half an hour early for lunch, I called out a hello, telling him I'd be finishing up in a moment. When I did, I first went to the dresser to see what he'd thrown at me, and it was... a package of t-shirts? With three already missing? Wait... hadn't this already been in the house a while? Confused, I left the office to find him, and saw he'd already left to go use the bathroom. I pondered over the message of the t-shirts while I waited for him to finish, trying to remember when he'd gotten these and where they'd come from.

Five minutes passed and he didn't leave the bathroom. Usually he didn't take that long, so I tentatively tapped at the bathroom door, asking if he was okay in there. There was some shuffling and tapping, but no answer. Finally, ready to find my husband on the toilet and angry at me for disturbing his peace, I opened the door to peak in. 

No one was there.
gpt
So then who was t-shirt?
human
I don't know, and I don't know if I'll ever know, and this continues to freak me out. 

So my husband checks the house and finds no one. We pass the evening and are annoyed with the squeaks our old house produces in the wind, along with the sound of the eaves screaming in the gale. We pause our Netflix show at one point, certain that one of our cats is crying for attention before we realize both of them are sleeping in the same room as us, tack it down to the wind, and go back to watching our show. 

Almost a whole week goes by. I make sure to lock the door more from paranoia than anything else. A couple of times, I think I hear someone entering the same room as me- since it's an old house, there are always distinct sounds that accompany people's weight on the floorboards. Four out of five times, it's no one, so I'm always surprised when it really was my husband coming into the kitchen for something. 

Then, a few nights ago, as my husband and I are going to bed, he says something that stops me cold.
gpt
We're arguing about something stupid- I think I asked him not to throw one of my stuffed animals on the floor (yes, I am an adult woman who sleeps with stuffed animals, idc), and his response was 'Well then why would you put it on the floor in the middle of the night so its looking at me when I come back from the bathroom?'

I stopped and stared at him. I remember him getting up to use the bathroom a couple nights before this and had fallen promptly back to sleep. I also remembered him returning and throwing my stuffed animal at me and wondering what had possessed him to do that before complaining at him, shifting positions, and falling back asleep. But I never had gotten up to put my stuffed animal on the floor to wait for him when he came back.
human

'I didn't do that.' I said, to which he immediately replied 'Yes, you did.' We went back and forth like that a few times, with me posing the very good question of 'why the fuck would I do that?' and him suggesting maybe one of us had thrown it free of the bed in our sleep. Since it was weighted, the stuffed animal would always fall on its butt, face up. The door was too far away from the bed, I argued- there was no way we could throw the stuffy all the way over to the door by adjusting ourselves in bed, and certainly not without my husband noticing it on his way out. Furthermore, the stuffed animal has a heavy tail which made it difficult to sit properly without intentional manipulation.

I let him perform a few little experiments of throwing the stuffed animal out of the bed to see which way it would land on the floor. Due to its round shape and unusually large tail, it always rolled and landed awry instead of up and facing perfectly out. 

After he gave up on that, he had nothing more to say on the matter.
gpt
>We're arguing about something stupid
Do you usually do this?

It sounds like (maybe) a breakup curse from someone? There's literally a thread by someone who did this:
