Okay, so I know this sounds absolutely barking mad, but I need to get this down somewhere. I live alone in Peckham, South London, very standard Victorian conversion flat, been here for two years with no issues whatsoever. About ten weeks ago I started noticing things moved slightly - my torch would be in a different place, my coffee mug would be shifted - tiny things that I could reasonably explain as my own forgetfulness.
But three weeks ago it got more deliberate. My mobile kept lighting up to the date/time screen at exactly 3:17 AM on consecutive nights. Then it stopped. Then last week I found my books arranged in a specific order on my shelf - not alphabetical or by colour, but seemingly grouped somehow. I can't work out the pattern but it feels intentional.
The really unsettling bit was Tuesday night. I woke up and smelled something like flowers - specifically lavender, which I don't have anywhere in my flat - and I had this overwhelming feeling of sadness. Not my sadness, if that makes sense. Someone else's grief.
I'm not frightened exactly, but I'm deeply confused. Has anyone experienced something similar? Is this something I should try to engage with or should I get a priest round (seriously)?