This is strange but true. Years ago I lived in a one-bed flat for a while. I was getting searing pain (like scorching hot) in every nerve ending of my body when I lay in bed. I found out later that a man had hung himself in the room. Maybe I was experiencing second hand what it must feel like.
Then my guitar parked in the corner would pick its own string (just one note) when my back was turned. I would turn and it would stop. I would go to walk out of the room and the guitar would pick its own strong again. I turned it into a game until I thought, ‘hold on a minute…’
I went back to live with my parents, cap in hand.