It used to freak me out.
I’d go to bed. Then sometime during the night…I’d hear the washing machine going in the basement.
Nobody was ever home but me. Why would the washing machine be running?
This happened at least 3 nights a week. The morning after I’d hear the washing machine running…I’d go down the basement and my laundry would be completely done!
I was consistently dumbfounded.
Last night, I found out just exactly what has been going on!
I woke up around midnight and heard the washer going, so I got my flashlight and I creeped downstairs, one step at a time. I walked over to my laundry-room and when I turned on my flashlite…I SAW THIS!
I think I scared him.
I hurriedly turned off my flashlight and I ran upstairs and crawled back into my bed and prayed he would continue to come at least 3 nights a week.
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