Haunted Connections: A Collection of Ghost Stories

 

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Haunted Connections: A Collection of Ghost Stories

By Kym Datura

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© 2014 by Kym Datura

All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, or by any information storage and retrieval system, without permission in writing from the copyright owner.

ISBN: 978-1500529758

 

1.  Indian Woman Pranks

When Mark and Sharon had found the property just on the outskirts of the Indian reservation, near a casino, they thought the place was a steal. There were ten acres and two houses on the property. One was a large house for them to live in and the other was a moderate size guest home for Sharon’s parents to live in. The set up was perfect and Mark loved the property size.

They had moved from a house in the city and were tired of all the loud noises and crime and just wanted to spend their later years in life and retirement years away from all the hustle and bustle. Their new home was perfect for them and they were pleased at how cheap it all was.

Sharon and Mark had a daughter, Julie, who was in her twenties. She had moved into her own place several years before and was helping her parents now move into their new place. It was the first day they had begun to unpack things and put the items on the shelves in the house.

Julie had unpacked some boxes that had towels in them and placed them in the bathroom cabinets. There were two boxes, one had towels her parents used and one had guest towels in it. Sharon had instructed Julie to place their towels in the bottom shelf and the guest towels on the top shelf.

Julie had unpacked the first box and it was her parents everyday use towels. She placed those on the bottom shelf. She then went to unpack the second box, the one with the guest towels in it. When she returned to the bathroom, she opened the cabinet. To her surprise and shock, the towels she had just placed on the bottom shelf had disappeared!

Julie went into the other room and asked her mother Sharon, if she had come in and taken the towels from the bottom shelf.

“No, I have been here in the bathroom unpacking my clothes.” Sharon said. “Why? What happened to the towels?” She said with a concerned look on her face.

As Julie and her mother walked to into the bathroom, the cabinet was open and the towels were back on the bottom shelf.

“Wha… what?” Julie said out loud confused. “Mom, the towels were missing before!” She exclaimed. “I swear they were gone!”

Sharon laughed out loud. “Maybe you haven’t been getting enough sleep.” She then walked away back into her bedroom to finish unpacking her clothes.

Julie went back to the bathroom and this time the towels were on the top shelf! Julie moved them to the bottom shelf once again and put the guest towels on the top shelf and closed the cabinet quickly. She waited a few minutes and opened the cabinet and the towels were missing!

Julie began to feel her heart race and beat heavily. What was going on here? She wondered to herself. Julie figured she needed some fresh air and realized she hadn’t eaten in awhile, so she decided to take a little drive and pick up some food. But, when she went to get her purse and her keys, her keys were missing out of her purse!

“Mom! Have you seen my keys?” She called out to Sharon.

“No! Why would I have?” Sharon then paused and laughed, “Maybe they are with the towels that went missing!” She added.

Ha ha, very funny. Julie thought to herself. But, then she thought, maybe they were? She went to the bathroom and opened the cabinet and the towels were there, but switched! The guest towels were now on the bottom and the other ones were on the top. But, her keys were nowhere to be found.

Julie gave up on trying to find her keys and went back to helping her mother unpack. “What box do you need me to help unpack now?” She asked her mother.

“Unpack the boxes in the kitchen.” Sharon told her.

“Okay.” Julie replied and went into the kitchen. Soon, she had her music playing and had forgotten about the towel incident and was unpacking the dishes, pots and pans, utensils, plastic bowels and everything else that goes into kitchen cabinets.

She had just unpacked a box of pots and pans and put them into the cupboard. When she went to add more pots, the ones she had just put in the cupboard were now missing! Not again! Julie thought to herself. Why was this happening again?

Julie knew better this time not to say anything to her mother. She just continued to put away the things from the boxes in the kitchen and ignore the fact that the things she would put into the cupboards would disappear here and there. Finally, when she started to ignore it and not pay much attention to it, it had stopped.

Moments later, Julie heard her mother yell to her, “Julie! Julie! Do you know where the towels in the bathroom are?”

Julie ran to the bathroom and the towels she had placed in the bathroom cabinet earlier, were once again missing!

“I don’t know mom. I put them in there and they just kept disappearing and the pots and pans in the kitchen and dishes. Every time I put something away, it disappears and then comes back. I can’t explain it!” Julie was getting excited once again.

“Now, this doesn’t make any sense at all. I came in here to put these bars of soap and boxes of toothpaste in here and I opened the cabinet and every thing was gone.” Sharon was dumbfounded.

“Mom, put the stuff you were going to put in there and close the cabinet.” Julie told her mother.

“Why?” Sharon asked.

“Just do it.” Julie replied

Sharon placed the items in the cabinet and closed it.

“Now open it up.” Julie told her mother.

Sharon opened the cabinet and to her shock and amazement, the items she had just placed in the cabinet were missing, but the towels were there!

“What? How? Where?” Sharon was speechless.

“See mom? I told you. Something isn’t right here.” She said to her mother.

About a week later, after Sharon was all unpacked, she held a house warming party. Her sister-in-law Linda, Julie, her niece Nikki, her friend from church Gloria and her mother, Bette were all in attendance to the house warming gathering.

Julie and Sharon shared with everyone the events that had taken place the week before and everyone was curious as to what had happened. Sharon explained to them that all had been quiet the past few days and nothing had been moved or missing. She had figured the ghost or spirit had their fun and moved on.

After the house warming gathering, Julie thought it would be fun for everyone to get a picture together. The ladies all gathered in front of the house and Julie took several photos.

Several days later, Julie picked up the photos. They had turned out great, except for one oddity. There was an Indian woman n the center of the group of ladies. She was tall, had long black hair and appeared to be in her twenties. She was wearing a brightly colored dress and the thing that stood out the most was her bright big smile and she was waving at the camera!

Julie couldn’t wait to show her mother the photo. When she had arrived at her mother’s house, Sharon was having tea with the tribal leader of the reservation that was close by. The leader happened to be a woman as well.

“I just don’t understand this. Who is this woman?” Sharon asked.

The tribal leader asked to see the photo and looked at the photos, all with the Indian women in them. The tribal leader smiled and laughed. “I know who that is!” She exclaimed. “Her name is Sky Proudfoot.” She began to explain. “I remember her from when I was in my twenties about thirty years ago.”

“Who is she then?” Julie asked.

“She was my best friend in high school. Her family lived on this property until a firestorm hit and killed her and her whole family as they slept. The autopsy showed that they had died from smoke inhalation and then their bodies burned. The whole house was flattened. No one has lived on this property for a while, until you moved here. It was just a piece of empty land for years. Someone then bought the land and built the two houses on it and were going to live in them, but then strange things kept happening. The construction workers kept talking about an Indian woman appearing before them and then their tools would go missing. It took a long time before the houses were completed. The owners didn’t want to live on the property any longer, so that is why they sold this place really cheap.” She explained.

“So, why didn’t they tell us about the haunting here?” Sharon asked.

“Because no one would have bought the property if they had known it was haunted.” She said. “Sky is harmless though, she was always a prankster. She would pull some of the funniest things when we were in high school. Looks like she hasn’t stopped, even after death.” She said smiling.

 

2.  Vintage Radio

Abby was a nine-year old little girl whose parents both worked. She would come home after school and let herself in the door and was alone for a few hours until her parents came home from work. Usually it was her mother who came home first.

Abby would be considered a “latch-key” kid and was the only child. She was very mature for her age and took on more responsibility than a normal nine-year old child would. She would get off the bus, which dropped her off in front of her house, then proceed inside with the key that she wore around her neck as a necklace. She would make herself a snack, sometimes she would take a little nap, sometimes she would get started on her homework and sometimes she would watch a little television if something was on that she had wanted to watch. It all depended on what Abby was in the mood for.

This particular day, Abby had been studying the 1920’s in her history class. She thought it was an interesting time period for it being such a long time ago. Her day had gone normal as usual. She attended school, took the bus home and let herself into her house to wait for her parents to come home.

In the corner of the living room was an old vintage radio that had been there long since before Abby was born. It was made of dark shiny wood and sometimes Abby would go over to it and touch it to feel it smoothness under her fingertips.

Abby had never heard the radio play or of her mother or father talk about the radio. It had just become a permanent fixture in their house and had several photos and knick-knacks on top of it. In one of the photos was Abby’s great grandmother Abigail, whom she was named after.

Abby had never met her great grandmother before, but she often would look at her photo and wonder what she had been like. Abigail had died long before Abby was born.

Since she had been studying the 1920’s she had been drawn to the photograph of her great grandmother today. As she approached the radio, she heard a faint noise come from the radio. It was music. Abby had never heard music come from the radio before and thought it fun to hear it for the first time. Since the music was faint, she used the big dial and turned it up to hear it better.

It was a man’s voice singing a song about the day ending, the birds flying back to their nest of love, love making the world go around and something about a blue heaven. She liked the song and listened to it several times as it played over and over on the vintage radio. She soon learned the words and was singing along.

After awhile, Abby decided to go get some homework done and went into her room and began to write her paper that was due in a few days, at her desk. She still had the song playing in her head as she wrote her paper. Several hours later, her mother came home and called for her downstairs.

“Abby! Abby! I’m home! Come down here and help me with dinner!” Her mother called up the stairs to her.

“Just finishing up some homework mom, I’ll be right down!” She yelled back.

Abby finished up her homework and went downstairs. Her mother was already preparing dinner. She was chopping up some vegetables for a salad.

“What do you need help with?” Abby asked her mother.

“Well, everything is cooking now, why don’t you set the table.” She told Abby.

Abby went over to the cabinet and pulled out some dishes for the table. The song she had heard from the radio was in her head, so she started to sing the words and hum the tune to it as she began to set the table.

“Now, that’s an old song I haven’t heard in a long time. It was your great grandmother’s favorite song, you know. She used to sing it to me when I was a little girl.” Her mother commented. “My Blue Heaven, it’s called.” She then paused. “You know, today is your great grandmother’s birthday. You were named after her, you know.” Her mother smiled. “Did you learn that song in school today?” She asked.

“No, it was playing on the old radio in the living room when I got home from school today.” Abby informed her mother.

Her mother dropped the knife to the floor and stood in shock. “Abigail Masters! You better not be fibbing!” Her mother scolded her.

“I’m not fibbing!” Abby yelled back.

Her mother took Abby by the arm and walked her into the living room where the vintage radio was. She pulled the radio out and pointed to the wall. “One, it’s not plugged in, so it can’t work!” She cried out.

Then she turned the radio around and pulled the back off the radio, “And two, there isn’t anything inside the radio, no wires, no transmitters, nothing. There is no way this radio could play that song for you, Abby!” Her mother cried out.

 

3.  House on the Corner

The house on the corner of Grape and Ash had been abandoned for quite some time. The previous owners mysteriously packed up their things and left and were never seen or heard from again. I had lived on Grape St. all my life and had seen families and owners come and go from the house on the corner.

It was an old Victorian house with vines growing on the outside of the structure. There was a wrought iron gate that surrounded the property. The windows were grimy and the house looked very unkempt. Rumors were that the house was haunted. But, I never believed in any of that mumbo jumbo.

I was in my second year of college that year and was the Entertainment Editor on the college newspaper. I also dabbled in photography as well. Halloween was coming up and I thought a two page spread on haunted houses in my city would be fun to do. It would give the newspaper a spooky Halloween feeling that everyone loves at that time of year.

I loaded up my camera with film and headed over to the house on the corner. It was going to be my first photo shoot for the spread. It was a cloudy day outside and there was a chill in the air, as the month of October always presented for the fall season. The ground was covered with leaves that were gently blowing in the wind.

I began to take photos of the house and I heard a cracking noise. I looked up and was able to jump back just in time to miss a falling tree branch! It had almost hit me! I was able to grab my camera in time, but my tri-pod was smashed and bent.

I decided, that I wouldn’t need my tri-pod anyway and just started to walk around the house taking more photos. As I got closer to the house, somehow my camera strap got caught on the spike of the wrought iron gate and as I began to walk away, the gate pulled my camera out of my hands! I thought my camera was going to crash to the ground, but it just dangled there, swinging back and forth from the gate spike.

I took my camera and gently pulled the strap up over the wrought iron gate spike. As I was doing that, a black cat jumped out of nowhere and startled me, I almost dropped my camera, but I managed to catch it in time. The black cat took off running down the sidewalk.

Against my better judgment, I opened the gate on the side because I had wanted to get closer photos of the house. The padlock on the gate was open and I opened the gate and walked onto the property. There wasn’t any private property signs or do not trespass signs posted, so I figured legally, I was ok. Little did I know that the house had its own security system in place.

I walked up the driveway that was scattered with leaves and overgrown grass. There were large trees in the front yard. I identified one as being a Weeping Willow tree. I walked under a huge Oak tree as well and soon, I found myself gasping for air, as if someone were choking me. I felt my throat being pushed in and I couldn’t breathe! I walked out from under the oak tree and I was able to breathe again!

I wasn’t sure if I should continue my mission, but then I began to smell a flowery fragrant. It was sweet smelling, like a ladies perfume, but I couldn’t quite make out the fragrance brand. It was none that I had ever smelled before. It was alluring, sensual, but very sexy smelling. Like a fragrance a woman would wear to go out for the evening on a first date.

The smell calmed my nerves somewhat, so I decided to continue on. As I approached the house, I could see how really dirty it was. No one had lived in it for years. I started walking up the steps, there had to be at least twenty or so steps. When I stepped on the eleventh step, I felt my knees buckle and I fell down. The only thing that kept me from not completely falling down the steps was the wooden handrail I grasped that was so uniquely carved.

I managed to pull myself up and looked at the step that I had fallen down on. I began to examine it thinking that maybe I had broken it. But, when I pushed on it again while holding onto the handrail, the step was just as sturdy as all the other ones. I was completely dumbfounded as to how I had managed to fall when I had stepped on it.

When I got to the top of the stairs and I was on the patio standing in front of the door, the door then flew open and almost knocked me over! I thought to myself that there was no way I was going inside that house. Too many odd things had happened to me so far. I was more curious on the history of this house now. I took several more photos and left.

When I went to the library to do research on the house on the corner, I found out some interesting things. It was one of the first houses built in my neighborhood. It used to be a courthouse and jail on he bottom floor and on the top floor, the judge and his wife lived. The article that I had been reading about it stated that the wife often wore sweet smelling perfume, which drove the inmates wild.

One of them became so obsessed with the judge’s wife that he broke out one day and held her at knifepoint on the eleventh step. Well, that would explain why my knees buckled on that step. I read on.

The ghost of a black cat is also often seen roaming the premises searching for the wife. It was her pet. The wife was caught by her husband, the judge, having a love affair with a released inmate and he went mad, hung both his wife and her lover from the oak tree and then hung himself.

 

4.  Cold in the House

It was the middle of summer and Susie came home from a long day at work. The temperature outside was well into the mid-nineties. All Susie wanted to do was take a cool bath and get away from the heat. She shared a two-story house with three roommates. He bedroom was on the bottom floor with her own bathroom connected to her room.

Upstairs were three bedrooms and three bathrooms. It was a perfect set up for a roommate situation. When Susie arrived home, the house was empty. She came in as always, hung her keys up on the hook on the wall. She noticed that no one else’s keys were on the hooks, so that confirmed that she was alone.

She walked into the kitchen to get a cold glass of water. The house was old and didn’t have air conditioning, so she opened the windows in the living room and put the fans on. As she walked towards her bedroom, her door was open, which was normal, but her two cats were sleeping just outside the threshold of the door, which was odd. Her two cats always slept in her room. They preferred to sleep on her bed because of her scent. But, today, they weren’t in her bedroom at all.

When Susie walked through the door of her bedroom, it was like walking into a freezer! She stood there for a few minutes. She then walked out of her room and it was hot again. She walked into her room and it was still at freezing temperature!

She checked her dresser to see if there was ice on it, but there wasn’t. She was completely confused and at a loss for words. Susie began to feel the hairs on the back of her neck stand up. The hairs on her arms had already been sticking up. What on earth was going on in her room? She wondered to herself.

One of her roommates then came home. “Charles, come here!” Susie called out to him.

“What is it Susie?” He asked her.

“Go in my room, tell me what you feel.” She instructed him.

Charles walked into Susie’s room, “You got air-conditioning!” He exclaimed excitedly. “Wow, it feels so cold in here. I think you have the air-conditioning up too high though, you can freeze in there.” He laughed.

“Charles, I don’t have air-conditioning!” She yelled at him. “I came home and the cats were sitting outside my room and my room was like this!”

“Wait! Your cats won’t go into your room?” He asked with a puzzled look on his face. He then walked outside her room, over to one of her cats and picked him up. He went to walk back into the room, but as soon as he crossed the threshold, the cat began to screech, scratch him and jump out of his arms. “Wow!” He looked at Susie.

“Yeah, pretty wild, huh?” Susie said, still dumbfounded as ever.

“I’ve read about things like this and seen them on the television. Your room seems to be some sort of portal and something is crossing through.” He informed Susie.

“Wonderful, just wonderful.” Susie said shaking her head. “What should I do?”

“I heard if you sprinkle sage, salt and some other things that it gets rid of bad energy. Maybe you should call an exorcist or priest. I really don’t know.” Then Charles thought for a moment. “Have you checked any of the other rooms to make sure it’s not happening in them too?” He asked.

“No, I was too shocked. Maybe you should go check.” She said.

Charles ran upstairs as Susie was trying to figure out what to do. Minutes later, Charles came back downstairs. “No, everything is normal up there.”

Susie’s two other roommates came home and Susie explained to them what her and Charles had experienced. The coldness and the cats freaking out. They all sat in the kitchen at the table and wondered what they were going to do.

“Well, maybe you should call someone who specializes in these things.” Amanda said.

“How do I find someone?” Susie asked.

“The yellow pages?” Greg replied.

Charles pulled out the yellow pages and looked under super natural. “Well, I found someone here, he is a priest and specializes in these kinds of things.” He wrote the number down on a piece of paper and handed it to Susie. “Call him.”

Susie called the number and a man answered and she explained to him what was going on. The next day, the priest arrived.

He began walking around the house getting a “feeling” on it. “Everything seems normal in the rest of the house, there isn’t any unusual activity.” He informed Susie and her roommates. Then he walked into Susie’s bedroom. “Wow! A lot of negative energy in here! I haven’t felt this much negative energy in a long time!”

The priest then opened up his bag and pulled out some items, including a bottle of holy water. “You all stand back out in the hallway, this can get crazy sometimes!” He yelled at them.

He then went into the quiet cold room and began to sprinkle the holy water everywhere while chanting in Latin that no one besides him could understand.

Soon, cold air began to blow out of the room and into the house! Susie’s bed began to float in the air, spin around and land back down. He dresser began to shake and the mirror on her dresser broke.

Susie and her roommates were terrified. The priest kept on chanting in Latin and sprinkling the holy water. Susie’s room was beginning to look like an earthquake and tornado had hit it.

Then, from her room, Susie heard a loud, deep voice began to yell. It wasn’t coming from the priest either, he was still chanting in Latin. The deep voice sounded really angry and with the voice was also a loud howling sound.

“Pass through here now! Pass through here now!” The priest kept on yelling out loud.

Moments later, the howling stopped, the deep voice ceased, Susie’s furniture was put back in order and her mirror was no longer broken. And most importantly, the room was warming up once again. As the priest walked out, he smiled and told Susie and her roommates, “Well, whatever it was, it is gone now.” Susie’s two cats then jumped up and ran into her bedroom and jumped onto her bed, as if nothing had happened.

To this day, Susie has no idea what had inhabited her room, why it chose her bedroom and thankfully it has never returned.

 

5.  Ouija Board Playtime

It was Cassie’s 21st birthday and she had her friends over to celebrate her special day. Her friends had brought her a birthday cake, ice cream and lots of presents. They had been celebrating since the early evening. It was getting close to midnight now and Cassie and her friends were feeling a little buzzed from the wine coolers they had been drinking.

Daryl had bought Cassie an Ouija Board for her birthday. Cassie had always wanted one, but had never gotten around to buying one for herself. She was excited when she had opened her gift from Daryl and saw the big black letters across the box.

“Let’s play the Ouija Board!” Cassie said out loud excitedly to everyone. “I have never played it before, have any of you?”

“I have.” Sarah said.

“Great!” Cassie replied. “I’ll go get some candles to light.” She then got up and grabbed some candles from the kitchen and lit them all and placed them on the table.

Then Cassie, Sarah, Daryl, Nick, Rachel and Tom all sat around the table as Sarah set up the board. “Ok, now everyone take the tips of your fingers and place them on the Ouija marker.” Sarah instructed them. They all placed their fingertips on the Ouija marker.

“Ouija Board, Ouija Board, bring a spirit to us. Come to us spirit and communicate with us through the Ouija Board.” Sarah kept chanting over and over again.

Then the marker landed on a “H”. “Oh it’s working!” Cassie said under breath.

Then the marker landed on an “I”.

“It’s saying “hi” to us!” Cassie said.

“Shhh… we don’t want to scare it away.” Sarah said quietly to Cassie. “Who has joined us?” Sarah asked.

J – I – M. The marker spelled out.

“Who are you Jim?” Sarah asked.

M – O – R – R – I – S – O – N. It spelled out. Then it added. H – A – H – A.

“Sometimes the spirits like to joke around and play games.” Sarah whispered. “Who are you really?” Sarah asked again.

J – O – H – N – W – A – Y – N – E. It spelled out this time, then added, H – A – H – A.

Sarah sighed. “Spirit who are you really?”

K – E – N – N – Y. It spelled out this time.

“Your name is Kenny?” Sarah asked.

Y – E – S. The spirit replied.

“How old are you Kenny?” Sarah asked.

6

“You’re just a little boy, Kenny?” Sarah asked the spirit.

Y – E – S. It replied.

“Did you live here?

Y – E – S.

How did you die?”

M – U – R – D – E – R.

“You were murdered?”

Y – E – S.

“Who murdered you?”

D – A – D. D – A- D. D – A – D. It spelled out over and over again very quickly. Then the marker flew off the Ouija Board.

“Whoa! That was crazy!” Daryl said. Everyone had surprised looks on their faces.

“That was incredible!” Cassie said. “Let’s try to get him back.”

They all put their fingertips back on the Ouija Board marker and Sarah began to call Kenny back. “Kenny, we’re still here.” She called to him. “Kenny are you there?”

The marker moved in circles for a while and then began to spell out, Y – E – S.

“Are you alone Kenny?”

N – O.

“Who is there with you?”

M – O – M. S – I – S – T – E – R.

“Your mom and sister are there with you?”

Y – E – S.

“Were they murdered too?”

Y – E – S.

“By your dad?”

Y – E – S. Y – E – S. Y – E – S. Y – E – S. The marker began to spell out uncontrollably.

“Is your dad there with you too?”

N – O.

“Where is your dad?”

A – L – I – V – E.

“He is still alive?”

Y – E – S.

Then the spirit began to spell out W – A – T- E – R.

“Water?”

Y – E – S.

“Did he drown you?”

N – O.

“Why did you say water then?”

G – L – A – S – S.

“I think he wants us to get a glass of water.” Cassie said. She got up and grabbed a glass from the kitchen and filled it with water and then brought it back to the table quickly.

“Kenny are you there still?” Sarah asked.

Y – E – S.

“We brought you a glass of water.”

D – R – I – N – K.

“You want us to drink it?”

Y – E – S.

“Why does he want us to drink a glass of water?” Nick asked curiously.

“I don’t know, who wants to drink it though?” Daryl asked.

“I will.” Cassie said. She then drank some of the water and set it on the table. The glass of water began to shake and then it slid off the table and spilled all over the floor.

H – A- H – A – H – A – H – A. The marker spelled out.

“The little guy is a jokester.” Nick said laughing.

“Do you like to play pranks Kenny?” Sarah asked the spirit.

Y – E – S. B – Y – E. And the marker flew off the table.

“Wow! That was pretty cool!” Cassie said.

They put the Ouija Board away and everyone went home because it was late.

The next day, out of curiosity, Cassie went to the library and did research on her apartment building. She found an article about a man named Kenneth Damon Miller, who had killed his whole family in 1956 while they were sleeping. He was sentenced to life in prison without parole.

The names of the family members murdered were; Georgiana, Bernice and, yes, Kenneth Jr.

 

6.  Note From the Author

The stories you have just read have been inspired by actual events. Details have been added to make the stories a lot more entertaining and interesting. Names have also been changed.

I have been involved in one way or another with each story told. Do ghosts really exist? Do portals exist? Can we really contact the dead though a simple game that has been around for a long time?

Only those who have seen ghosts or experienced the paranormal can answer those questions. I have one last short story, it was too short to make it an actual story, but I experience it every day.

I have a ceramic egg that I painted about twenty years ago. It’s cobalt blue with a sunflower on it. It sits on a stand on my kitchen counter. Every day, several times a day, the egg gets turned over on its side. I walk by it and turn it back up.

A friend had suggested to me that maybe it was caused by vibrations to the counter. I took the ceramic egg and placed it on my dresser in my room. A few hours later, the egg was on its side again. I have moved that ceramic egg to different surfaces in my home and the outcome is always the same. The ceramic egg is on its side.

I had friends over one night and I was telling them about the egg. I took the egg and placed it on the dining room table. No one went near the egg. We watched a movie and after the movie was over, we all went into the dining room. Sure enough, the egg was on its side. Everyone was dumbfounded and curious as to what caused the egg to turn over on its side. Is it a ghost with a sense of humor?

They had suggested that I video tape it, to see what is causing it to turn over on its side. Part of me wants to and part of me would rather just accept it for what it is. If my home is haunted, that is the only sign I have ever experienced. Do I want to know the truth?

Not really.

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