The following is a list of all of the "sightings" and "mischievousness" that have occurred in my girlfriend's house. First, a little background info:

I think that I might have some recessive psychic abilities, but I believe that just about everyone does. Here are two events I recall during childhood: 1.) When I was in the third grade, I learned what telekinesis was. I was laying on the couch watching TV when I noticed a pencil laying half-on/half-off of the coffee table. I thought to myself, "I can make that move, no sweat." and it did! It swung around four inches at least before it fell off the table. I ran to get my mother, but I have never been able to do it since. 2.) The very next morning I woke up and one of my GI Joe soldiers was missing. I was very compulsive about these toys--each soldier was standing (with the aid of the little plastic standing base they give you) atop my bookshelf holding his weapons and wearing his backpack. The soldiers were in line by rank, and my Stalker soldier (which was third from left) was gone, as if someone had picked him up and taken him. I know he was there before, because I always could just look at the shelf and see all of my soldiers there. Anyway, on to the haunted house:

My girlfriend and I have been going out three years, starting our senior year in high school. She, or her family, did not share this information with me until I witnessed the ghost for myself (more below!). Her entire family believes that this ghost is in their house (so do I), and maybe you will too after you read this. Sorry, this is rather long.

My girlfriend (N) has lived in this house for seven years, and her parents bought it new. I know this sounds like a cliche, but it was rumored that the property was on an Indian burial ground. Not a holy ground, like Pet Sematary, but where the bodies of Indians were buried that had died at the hands of the US Military long ago. I don't know if other people in the neighborhood have the "same problems" nor do I know if the burial ground rumor is true.

My girlfriend first discovered the ghost while in the shower. She was getting ready for school when she heard her mother calling to her through the bathroom door. She was finished showering anyway so wrapped the towel around her (heard her mother again) and left the bathroom. She walked into the master bedroom where she had presumed the beckonings had originated, but no one was home. Later that day, N asked her mom about it, but she said she had left right after breakfast, BEFORE N got in the shower. N thought she was hearing things, until her sister told her that she had similar experiences. (The entire family told this to me two weeks ago, so things are out of order and sloppy)

N's parents were throwing a party several years ago when they couldn't find a particular bowl. They showed it to me--it was very large and heavy. They knew it was in the hutch, so N's dad emptied the entire hutch, looking for this giant bowl. Of course, it wasn't there. They searched the entire house--nowhere. A week later, N's Mom opened the cabinet to get something, and there was the bowl as if it had never been gone.

N's little sister had this little troll doll that, when you depressed the button on his stomach, talked. In the house, they have one room that is a study/playroom where N's little sister keeps her toys in a large, open chest. N's dad was painting the door frame one day when the doll spoke to him. The doll said (I've heard it say this--they love to show it) "You're my friend. Ha-Ha-Ha-Ha." Now, N's dad is not easily spooked, but here was this little troll doll with flourescent orange hair standing on top of all the toys in the toy box talking to him. He called to his wife (she was upstairs cleaning) and she came down, but it wouldn't speak again.

My girlfriend and her sister actually saw the ghost one evening during dinner. When you enter the front door of their house there is a room to your immediate right (a sitting room) and one to your immediate left (formal dining room), steps to the bedrooms upstairs, and a hallway leading to the kitchen. From one side of the kitchen table, you can see the front door, and N and her sister were sitting on this side of the table. (N's dad told me this part of the story) The family was having dinner (mom, dad, 2 daughters), discussing something unimportant, when the girls eyes suddenly got as big as saucers. Apparently, they both saw the ghost run from the sitting room to the formal dining room. They both sat there, asking each other, "Did you see it?" They told their dad, and he went in to the dining room, but he couldn't find anything. They said he was tall (about 6'6 feet), wearing yellow (like a robe), and had long black hair (or what they thought was hair). N's dad said, if you had seen their reaction, you know it couldn't have been rehearsed.

N's dad is a creature of habit. Everyday after work, he comes in from the garage, walks upstairs, puts his keys and wallet in a little box on the dresser, and changes clothes. One day, N's mom was alone in the house, and just had finished taking a shower. She heard the security system panel beep and the garage door open. They have a security pad in their room, and when either the garage door, the front door, or the back door opens, it beeps. She heard the garage door close and the panel beeped again. She heard footsteps come up the stairs. She called to what she assumed was her husband that she'd be out in a second, and heard the little box open, keys drop into it, and heard it shut again. She opened the door, but nobody was there. The girls weren't home from school, there was nothing in the little box, and she called her husband at work and he answered the phone.

There are other little things that happen all the time, they say: doors opening and closing, things disappearing and returning--all the basic mischievous ghost stuff. However, I wasn't likely to believe any of this until I witnessed it myself. My girlfriend and I had been going out for about two months, and I was at her house late Saturday night. It was after midnight because we were watching American Gladiators. This was only my second time in her house this late, and we were kissing on the couch. The living room is connected to the kitchen, and I heard something from the kitchen--some little tapping sound. N heard it, too, and we couldn't figure out what it was (without going in the kitchen, of course). Suddenly, I realized what it was. The cabinets in N's kitchen are fairly thin, and N's father had put small felt circles between the door and the cabinet, so that they could not slam together loudly. The tapping sound was the cabinet doors opening no more than a quarter of an inch and closing--we recreated this sound after this episode. My girlfriend then told me that she had a ghost in her house and that he must be upset that I was kissing her on the couch. I wasn't scared of any ghost so we kept kissing on the couch. Suddenly, there was a loud crash in the kitchen--it was unmistakeable--the ghost had slammed a glass down heavy on the countertop. I jumped up, startled as hell, and stared into the dark kitchen. I saw my glass on the counter, where I had gotten up to get something to drink but forgot about it. Suddenly, I had the shivers REAL bad. I started babbling to the ghost, apologizing for letting it think that I was hurting my girlfriend, and I swear, something was in the kitchen glaring at me. My girlfriend stood up and said, "It's ok, he's with me" and kissed me on the cheek and this never happened again.

I know this a lot to believe, but I can attest to the last tidbit first hand. That was probably the most I've ever been scared. My girlfriend and I sat on the couch (not kissing, of course) and watched the rest of the show. Then she said to me, "He was pissed." And I asked her if she felt that it had been mad and she said yes, that she'd felt like an icicle had slid down her spine.

Like I said before, I don't know if the burial ground story is true, but several of the lawns in the neighborhood are beginning to sink in. But they are just sinking in in certain spots about six feet long and three feet wide. One lawn had a very noticeable spot--it had sunk about a foot and a half. They filled it with sand but it is very apparent. All I know is that I'm not buying a house in that neighborhood.

Hope you enjoyed this, and I apologize for the length.

Chris