So, remember that thing a few weeks back, right around the time The Conjuring came out, where Famke Janssen had a break-in, wherein said breaker-inners stole nothing, instead leaving a creepy book called The Lonely Doll on her bed, and it was the scariest thing you’ve ever heard?
Well, some of you called it. Police believe that Famke did it herself.
According to the NYPD, via Page Six, the book actually belonged to Janssen, and there were notes inside that she may have written herself. Also, every person visible on the security camera is accounted for.
Janssen has never seemed the attention-seeking type. Rarely papped, buds with Jon Favreau, by all accounts a cool, normal chick.
There can really only be two options: illness, or ghosts.
If she did it herself, that’s a pretty unwell thing to do. It would stand to reason there might be something wrong here. And maybe not even as far as an actual mental illness. It could have been some kind of break or weird medication interaction. It’s happened to me. My anxiety meds got upped temporarily and I spent a friend’s wedding talking about rich people and ghosts then I passed out on the ground. It was weird, but it happens.
Of course, mental illness is not out of the question. Lots of people have them, and there’s nothing wrong with that. People who keep themselves totally together most of the time can sometimes experience a wave where sickness rears its ugly head and things get funky.
Or, you know, ghosts.
LOOK. I’m a highly skeptical person. But, when I read this story, all I could think was “that’s totally what the ghosts WANT the police to think.” I mean, a ghost isn’t going to show up on the security cam. It doesn’t have to show signs of forced entry. Because it’s a ghost. It does what it wants.
What I’m saying is, ghosts. It’s ghosts.
…It’s ghosts, or in the end we find out she’s her own evil twin, like in that R.L. Stine book Twisted. ONE OF THOSE TWO.
If she did do it herself, then that sucks, that’s sad. I’m just saying, WHAT IF GHOSTS. Think about it. At night. In the dark. When the AC kicks on. You’ll come around to my way of thinking.