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I have experienced three unexplained events in my life. Here is the first.
My family woke up early one morning to have a family day in Fort Worth, Texas. We woke up, piled in the car, and drove from Flower Mound, Texas to the Fort Worth stockyards. We returned home late that night, long after the sun had set. We were gone for over twelve hours, easy. My father pulled into the drive way and the rubbish bin was sitting in the middle of the drive way. I remember my father commenting how that was odd, considering how the rubbish wasn't being collected that day, and that the rubbish bin somehow made it over the fence into driveway. It blocked our automobile from pulling up to the house. However, this can be explained. Perhaps a neighbor moved it, perhaps the wind blew this 25+ kilogram dumpster over the fence...who knows.
I get out of the automobile and move the rubbish bin to the side of the driveway, clearing the way. I go into the garage and unlock the door to enter the house. My father's car followed me into the garage. The door leads to the kitchen. On the table of the kitchen was a decorative candle. This wasn't unusual; that's how my father decorated the house, as tacky as that sounds. Anyway, what made this event strange was that the candle was lit. Freshly lit. There was no melted wax on the side of the candle. There was only a little bit of melted wax just below the flame. This flame must have been lit within the last few minutes. Nobody was in the house that day. There was no sign of breaking or entering. Nothing was stolen. If somebody lit it earlier that morning before we left, much more wax would have burnt off and the candle would have been shorter after many hours. From my best judgment, it appears the candle lit itself.
I investigated for a moment until my father entered the kitchen. "Chester Yang, what the Hell are you doing?" I explained to him that this candle was lit when I entered the room. Judging by the lack of melted wax, it happened minutes ago. My best judgment was that the candle wick was lit when I was moving the rubbish bin out of the driveway. My father took a moment to process what had happened. He goes to the drawer, grabs the .38, and clears the house. Nothing unusual. I blow the candle out and carry on with the evening.
Possible explanations? Perhaps the candle lit itself? Perhaps the air was dry and the static electricity in the air lit it? If this was true, then we'd have a lot more instances of things spontaneously catching fire and burning. Maybe it was a ghost? I don't know enough about to them to judge their abilities and what is or is not possible. To this day, I still don't know what caused this candle to light itself minutes before I entered the room. I don't suppose to have the answer, but I know what I saw that evening. Somehow, that candle appears to have lit itself.