Maybe It's My Car That's Haunted

 DAY 2:  When I arrived home from work, the day after the smoke detector incident, I pushed the button of my garage door opener and turned my car into the driveway.  At the same time, I heard someone's burglar alarm.  "That's odd," I thought.  "It can't be mine.  Mine wouldn't go off immediately when the door opened."  Plus, it didn't sound as if it was emitting from my house.  It sounded more like it came from one of the houses across the street, or at least from that direction.  Closing the garage door muffled the sound, so I knew it wasn't my own alarm.

About half an hour later, I left to refuel my car and buy groceries at the warehouse club.  Again, at the same time I pushed the button to open the garage door, I heard a burglar alarm.  Now, it's getting creepy.  The effects of my "Weather Wizardry" on various forms of technology seem to grow with every incident.  I seriously pondered if it were possible that my garage door opener's frequency suddenly, after who-knows-how-many years, started setting off burglar alarms around the neighborhood.

My other, across-the-street neighbor was walking over, and he confirmed the alarm was from his neighbor's house, and he was checking because his neighbor was out of town.  He also said his wife told him the alarm "has been doing that all day".  I was mildly comforted, but I wanted confirmation.  Would the alarm go off again when I returned home?

Thankfully, as I turned onto my street upon my return and pushed the garage door button again, the neighbor's burglar alarm did not go off.  Silence reigned in the neighborhood.  I was vindicated.  Or, at least, there was a datum that did not support the hypothesis that it was my fault.

DAY 3:  Every Friday, I collect the recyclables from my office and take them home to put in my own recycling container.  (Santa Fe, NM provides similar containers for residential customers in single-family housing, but not for businesses nor multi-family dwellings.  Plus, even though it's Santa Fe, none of my coworkers cares enough about recycling.)  I always leave a box in the office, to collect recyclables during the week, and I have spare boxes in the car, for when I gather everything from the trash cans.  When I went out to my car for a box, and I pushed the button on my key fob to unlock the car doors, the wiper on the rear window operated twice.  This was spooky, since the only controls (that I know of) for that wiper (or for the windshield ones, for that matter) are on the car's dashboard, and I hadn't even reached the car yet.

Who needs to wait for Halloween?  Just hand me something with a battery, and stand back!