Josslyn stood in the laundry room off the den and scanned along one wall which had a built-in workstation with a row of cubbies, some shelves below it, and drawers along the bottom. Opposite that wall was a modern-style stacked washer-and-dryer unit.
She had washed one load of bath towels, hand towels, and washcloths, folded them, and distributed throughout the house in their proper places.
Upon entering the master bedroom, Josslyn stopped in mid-stride and saw that all the dresser drawers were opened. Some of Nathan and Josslyn’s clothes, underwear, and socks were hung over the drawer doors, strewn on the floor, and tossed on the bed.
Josslyn gazed at the disheveled mess before her, distressed. She set down the laundry basket in a huff. She was pretty sure that Caden and Trina didn’t do this. She even knew the pets couldn’t have done it, either. Abbott and Costello were in their crate, Diva hadn’t been seen around much, and she didn’t think Thor was capable of causing this mess.
Caden and Trina walked by the master bedroom and noticed Josslyn standing there among the mess.
“What happened in here?” Trina signed.
“What’s wrong?” Caden signed.
Josslyn shrugged and shook her head. “I’m not sure.” She scanned the room and wrung her hands. “I’m beginning to think there's a ghost in this house.”