Dan and I were up late one night. It was about 1:30am and we were sitting in the living room talking. We were interrupted by the sound of little footsteps running upstairs. I went up to see which of my little cherubs was racing around. I discovered that everyone was sleeping. I came back down stairs and announced to Dan, "The house is haunted.".
I was kidding. We live in a new house. We have been the only owners. Nothing "dramatic" has happened here. Therefore, there is no reason why we would have ghosts (oh, I also don't believe in ghosts. Neither does Dan...when the sun is up!).
Then funny little things started happening. First, all of my baby nail clippers disappeared. I have searched high and low, and couldn't find any of the three pairs that I own. I had to go out and buy more. Then Bethie's hat disappeared. It has been over a week and it's still missing.
After my toothbrush disappeared, I was super angry. Really! What use is my toothbrush to anyone other than me, living or dead. Do you know what I had to use? A Winnie the Pooh toothbrush for 2 year olds! Let me tell you, that sucked!
Katie's glasses disappeared two weeks ago. Gone. No trace of them anywhere. You better believe that I had a good look for them! I don't want to shell out another $235 for a new pair. But they are no where to be found (no worries, she's wearing her old pair).
The milk container disappeared, with the bag of milk in it. Again, Dan and I looked all over. We wanted to find it before we could smell it. I did find the milk, hours later, in Sarah's room.
You may be thinking to yourself, "She doesn't have ghosts, the kids are doing this!". But you would be wrong. I asked the children if they had taken or moved or touched any of these items. They swore that they hadn't. I looked at my three angels and noticed something else that was equally distressing. They were sitting in a pile of rubble right in the middle of my living room floor! I yelled, "WHO MADE THIS MESS?!". You guessed it, the ghost.