ok, so I live in a very old house. it was built in the 20's. A person who lived here once used to rob women.

Now back to present times...

My mother was on the phone with my grandmother. There used to be a painting that hung over the dinning room table. I was standing by the table, but far away from the painting. Out of nowhere it flew across the room... We put it back up, but it would continue to fall... That night at dinner my father was putting sauce on something, the sauce flew off the table and splattered onto the painting