These nuns once belonged to my grandma. They have a little knob on their back that can be wound, and they'll play music. They have been sitting in my kitchen for almost five years. I have never once wound that knob. They have been silent all that time.
Today Hubby and I were in the kitchen making dinner. He was by the stove. I was by the window. Neither of us were anywhere remotely near the nuns.
But they started to play music.
No one touched them. No one looked at them. No one was near them. Hubby didn't even know they had the ability to make music.
But for about 15 seconds, they played their song.
And freaked me out.
Then it was done. They were quiet again.
But the part where I'm freaked out? That's still going on.