I have a notebook full of story ideas and half scenes. Anything on television from news to game shows is fodder for story. I had a brilliant idea the other day based on a science show my nephew and I were watching. We discussed it briefly but I failed to write it down. I asked him about it yesterday. His response, "You said what if something like that was really true and the thing did another thing and that happened." Really? "Yes. It was a good idea." Except neither one of us remembers anything specific.
Notebooks. They can save you from hours of speculation that never leads anywhere.
Or maybe it was just the idea that people thought their house was haunted because things went missing or reappeared in the wrong places. Turns out it's just a cat. No real twist to anyone who has ever shared space with a cat. They're brutal for stealing items and hiding them. I lived with a crow who was tidier than a cat. Crows store all their treasure in their nest, not beneath the fridge or inside your shoe. And why on earth do they think a shoe is excellent cache for a mouse. We use those shoes every day.
My mind makes weird connections. I might just write a story that puts several of them together. But first the pseudonym. And remembering the idea where the news was true and the thing did another thing and that happened. Then the parrot laughed. Because he knows how foolish human brains can be.