Everything Under the Moon

So, I set my altar up a few days ago. Cleaned the room, purified the space, constructed a very basic altar with objects that held a lot of meaning to me in the hopes that it would help with my characteristic hesitance to believe anything completely. (It's a flaw, I know.)

I said my evening devotion and went to bed, everything in one piece. I'm a chronic insomniac, so "sleeping" isn't something I partake of often, but I got two or three hours last night, which is pretty good for me. I'm also a very light sleeper, and I would have woken up at any noise.

When I finally gave up on sleeping in and hauled myself out of bed, I looked over to my altar, and it was trashed. Most of it was on the floor, salt everywhere, rips in my altar cloth, my chalice shattered - so on and so forth. I heard -nothing- last night. I must have slept straight through it. I only live with my mother, and she doesn't care one way or another about me, so I know it wasn't her.

I know that there's probably a perfectly reasonable explanation (somewhere,) but I'm a little freaked. Suggestions, anyone?

So, I set my altar up a few days ago. Cleaned the room, purified the space, constructed a very basic altar with objects that held a lot of meaning to me in the hopes that it would help with my characteristic hesitance to believe anything completely. (It's a flaw, I know.)

I said my evening devotion and went to bed, everything in one piece. I'm a chronic insomniac, so "sleeping" isn't something I partake of often, but I got two or three hours last night, which is pretty good for me. I'm also a very light sleeper, and I would have woken up at any noise.

When I finally gave up on sleeping in and hauled myself out of bed, I looked over to my altar, and it was trashed. Most of it was on the floor, salt everywhere, rips in my altar cloth, my chalice shattered - so on and so forth. I heard -nothing- last night. I must have slept straight through it. I only live with my mother, and she doesn't care one way or another about me, so I know it wasn't her.

I know that there's probably a perfectly reasonable explanation (somewhere,) but I'm a little freaked. Suggestions, anyone?

have any pets? open windows and heavy winds? altar table wobbly and sitting on an uneven surface?

My ancient lapdog was with my mother, and my altar's way too high for her to reach anyway. :/ Window was closed (it's damn cold out here) and it was set up on my grandmother's old rosewood dresser - a very basic, rectangular thing, very heavy and sturdy.

I know it sounds a little ridiculous, but. Here we are.