Really interesting site. We had a ghost living with us for a few yrs. I have no idea why he moved on - just left one day. He would only come in when the weather turned cold. In the summer months he stayed in my son's fort in the backyard. You see, my son's fort was built from the burnt ruiens of Al's home. I never dreamed that the day the inspiring 7 yr. olds decided to build a fort - that they would drag the charred lumber from the ruiens of the old house that had burned. Old man Al, died in that house. Some of the fun things that happend, thank God we have witnesses; my in-laws were staying with us briefly; our television would go on anytime he felt like watching t.v. The remote would prove useless - the only way you could turn it off was to unplug it from the wall. I didn't see this, but I heard the conversation from the other room, when my husband got up to make coffee one morning; my mother-in-law was sitting at the table; believe it or not, without doing a thing (like magic) the coffeemaker made two cups of coffee by itself that morning. Just as my husband reached to remove the glass pot to fill it --- it began dripping with coffee. My mother-in-law squeeled like you've never heard before. My husband laughed and laughed, couldn't believe it. However, Al had pulled many shenanigans previously, so we just blamed this one on him too. One night we sat and listened to him make himself a sandwich. Another time, I was blow drying my hair and he just yanked the blow dryer out of my hands. I knew when he was in the room because I'd immediately think, "who opened the window?" Always on arrival to the window, I'd find it closed. This would be in the winter months, so you can imagine how cold the air would get. He did the usual other things - open and closed doors, typical ghost stuff. I guess he moved in with us when his house burned, because I was the only one that he liked in the neighborhood. The neighbors use to tease me, "why does that old guy talk to you?" He talked to me because I showed an interest in his life. So it was only natural, I guess, that when the weather got bad and he needed to come in- side, it was our house he chose. I can't help but wonder though, where and when he left. That's my story and I'm sticking to it! Lol, More than you ever wanted to know, huh?
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