Any wild stories you want to share?

By no means did it seem wild at the time, but I was a live-in nanny on an island who babysat for two American billionaires and very powerful families in my late teens. I didn’t understand wealth at the time.  In my mind, they were extremely rich and probably made 200k. When I bought a pack of cigarettes on their account once cuz I was dying for a cigarette, I  felt guilty about it for years. Later, I realized they were billionaires, and it probably didn’t cause them to lose as much sleep as it did for me.  I got the job through a newspaper ad in the local paper and the wife picked me up in a golf cart to interview me.  Suddenly, I was super embarrassed about driving my dad’s teal Mercury Topez.  This isn’t a wild story per se, but this is a true story that still gives me goosebumps telling. The family at one point went back to Pittsburg, and I was watching their cottage on an island alone with their two big labradoodle dogs. The dogs drove me a little crazy as they would bark if a boat went by (even in the distance) and run to the shore. One night, it was pouring rain, lightning, thunder, the whole thing, and I was a little scared, to say the least. I fell asleep on my little cot and woke up to my mattress floating in the air. I was so scared that I  just accepted my fate, and a part of me felt a little justified as I had always believed in ghosts and here was my proof. Suddenly, the mattress dropped, and the dogs ran out from under the bed. They had been sleeping under the bed because they were scared, and when they stood up because they were massive dogs, they lifted the mattress and me in the air. The next morning, still a little rattled but kinda laughing to myself, couldn’t wait for the groundskeeper and housekeeping staff to arrive as I was over being alone; I was 17 and super scared. As I left my room, I noticed that the room down the hall which I called the blue room was dark. I had just made the beds in the room the day before and let the curtains open. I went to look in the room, and the mattresses were off the beds along with the wooden board that was underneath them and lying against the windows, blocking out the sun. I don’t think I need to explain how scared I was since I was alone, and I had personally made those beds the night before. As I mentioned, the dogs were unruly and barked at everything, so there was no way someone came into the cottage without waking us all up. I then went downstairs to the kitchen, and the locked photography dark room that always had a massive padlock on it and I had never actually seen inside, was busted off, and photos were all over the kitchen floor. I called my dad, and he came and picked me up 🙂