Unless your house is a small mansion with a pool, that's a lot of electricity. My first suspicion would be a 30-year-old air conditioner and not much insulation. Your electric utility is bound to offer some type of energy audit that will pinpoint what's drawing so much juice.
I had a water leak once that seemed remarkably high, but there wasn't any sign of water in my yard. Fortunately for my pocketbook, it was a leak in the meter.
I had the measles when I was about 8, and I had a 104 fever for days on end. Because I was sick, I was sleeping in the guest bed, which was a Victorian bed with a crown-like carving. In my fevered brain, the bed became an evil queen who was tormenting me. It was all very real and terrifying to me at the time. (This is also one of the many reasons I want to strangle the anti-vaxxers. Measles are very bad.)
The common 'hallucination' I get frequently is almost-hearing voices in the thrum of fans and humming noises like that. Not words, so much as syllables that don't hook up into anything intelligible. Only happens when I'm distracted or halfway to sleep, which suggests it's excess brain capacity trying to focus on something.
Either that or the fan really is trying to tell me something....
Oh yeah, I get that. I also think I hear my cell phone ringing when it's not, particularly when music is on (I must mistake something in the music for my ring tone, which is an old-fashioned ring tone, not a song or anything).
Unrelatedly, I may have just averted disaster in our pantry (DISASTER!). Through a chain of events that's a little too convoluted to explain, I discovered that a can of vegetable broth was making noise. No, really. Sort of that hisssssss you get when a glass jar of something has pressure built up and the lid starts to make that hissing noise of "Open me now or there will be an explosion that you'll regret."
But this is a CAN. (Rather expired, I should add. We shove things in the back of the pantry and then ignore them. At our own peril, apparently.)
So I have relocated the hissing can outside, where, if it explodes, nothing (and no one) will be hurt. And then when Tim gets home, if it hasn't exploded yet, we can figure out how to dispose of it safely.
My life is so weird.
when Tim gets home, if it hasn't exploded yet, we can figure out how to dispose of it safely.
You know that's going to involve sharp pointy objects, right?
He has a welder's mask and gauntlets, so he should be safe.
I just hope I can get good pictures once I've established minimum safe distance.
I've never hallucinated a ringing/vibrating phone. Once I clearly heard my mother call my name when she was fifty miles away. Once I saw ghost lights; I don't know if the people with me saw them too. That's it for visual/auditory hallucinations, for me.
That's a known danger of cans, although I have never experienced it. Exciting!
For a long time even after the kids were older, I used to think I heard crying babies in the night, usually in that pre-sleep stage where you're in between awake and asleep and sort of half dreaming.
That's a known danger of cans, although I have never experienced it. Exciting!
I was sure the noise was the (equally old) jar of maraschino cherries, because I've only heard that noise from a jar, so I pulled it out and held it up to my ear (SUPER SAFE)...and realized there was no noise. I leaned back in to the general area of the pantry where the noise was and it was still there. So I started pulling out cans, expecting one to be bulging, and holding each one up to my ear. None of the cans were bulging, but that vegetable broth had something to say!
