My home is haunted.

I finished my cup of water and placed it on the counter, in the middle where I always do, and went upstairs to get ready for bed. Not even five minutes later I heard a crash downstairs and I thought it was my dog so I went to go and check on her but then I saw she was sound asleep in front of my door. So I went downstairs, and for some reason I grabbed my camera and then I realized that my cup was on the ground in pieces. I was tripped out and scared for the rest of the night. I couldn't really make a logical explanation for it since I knew I put my cup in the middle of the counter...Some things I'll never know. I'm pretty sure my kitchen is haunted considering I took this last photo of Presley and a strange orb in the kitchen last October...Eek.