transmothra - signs of the collapse

"I have some sad news concerning Mark Hild. He has lost his battle with Muscular Dystrophy. He went into Cardiac Arrest on Tuesday and suffered a lot of brain damage. He has very limited production out of his brain stem. Not enough to sustain life. They are going to be taking him off of his ventilator today at 5. His mom Alice is expecting the funeral to be on Monday. The Celebration of Life Service will be held in huber heights, somewhere off of 202. He will be buried in New Carlisle. I will let you know when I hear more. We are trying to let as many people know from our Class as possible."

Today i went over to see my grandfather. He seems confused, as usual, and asking him a question requires waiting around for at least a minute before he figures out how to say the answer, if he remembers what the question was at that time. So that's nice and depressing.

But a really weird thing happened. We were sitting there, watching Curb Your Enthusiasm, when suddenly a little toy Douglas C-47 (a metal/plastic replica of the troop carrier my grandfather was in through all four Market Garden missions during WWII; about 3 inches long, something like this one) that was sitting on top of the television set came flying off and crashed onto the carpet about 5 feet away, right at my feet.

...As in, "WTF"!

Itested it to see how far it would bounce if it had just fallen off on its own due to the vibrations of the television. It landed directly in front of the television, bouncing a few inches at the most. That's not five feet, i thought to myself.

My dad and Charlie (sp?), the caretaker for the night, said that this had happened before. She said that she herself hadn't seen it happen, but was extraordinarily nonplussed. She told me that Jennifer, another caretaker, was sitting on the floor in front of the sofa (just about where i was when it happened tonight), when the exact same thing happened.

...As in, "WTF"!?

And then i remembered that my friend Tony once stayed over, not terribly long after my grandmother had died, and had stayed in her room. He reported the next day that he had seen someone in the room with him. I told him at the time that, in the darkness, and in his drunken state, it had probably only been his own reflection in a mirror. He vehemently denied any possibility of that. My friend Tony, who's pretty skeptical about anything even remotely implausible...

So... now what? I'm a skeptic, goddammit! I do not believe in ghosts! How am i supposed to reconcile this event with reason? I mean, there simply MUST be a logical explanation for this, other than that my grandmother is haunting their house.