The 2nd in the series - The little freaky things

Four different occurrences...

Mom, Crystal, and I got back from the grocery store. Mom's friend was at the house baby sitting Brian. Crystal and I never told anyone about the ghost. Mom felt compelled to tell everyone. As we were putting the groceries away, Mom started telling her friend (can't even remember her name) all about our ghost. The woman replied by saying she hadn't seen anything. Just then, the diapers levitated off the table and sailed about two feet over and fell to the floor. The woman was speechless and considered the possibility....

My mother has a step brother Russell. Two of his sons were over visiting. They were about me and Crystal's age. Of course, Mom starts telling them all about the ghost. Crystal and I was so embarrassed. They thought it was the biggest line of bullsh*t they had ever heard. They were soo tough, they weren't scared. Regardless, Crystal, me, and my step cousins, went up to the third floor to sneak a smoke. We opened the two windows on the east side of the room to let the smoke out. One of my step cousins said, "If there is a ghost, why doesn't he show himself?" Right then, simultaneously, both windows SLAMMED shut! You should have seen those boys run for their lives. I have to say, it was the only time the ghost made Crystal and I laugh.

One of Mom's friends, Donna came over to store her kids Christmas presents at our house. It seemed the place where the ghost resided, was in the attic room that Crystal and I used for a closet. Where did Mom tell her to put the items? Hmmm. Crystal and I helped her carry all of the presents up to the third floor. We were approaching the attic door... the handle on the door turned and the door opened wide. Donna dropped all the presents and yelled, "Beat feet!" We all ran down the stairs.

I was in the 2nd story bathroom getting ready for a date. The rest of the family were downstairs watching television. I was bent over with my hair flung over my head blow drying my hair. Do you remember those old pointy toed tennis shoes from the fifties? They were Keds with a pointed toe... No one in the house even owned a pair shoes like this... So, I'm blow drying away and an old, white, dirty, point toed tennis shoe somehow was tossed into the bathroom and hit me in the back of leg. It didn't hit me hard, but it hit me. I knew it had to be Pops. He didn't even believe any of us about the ghost. So he would mess with us from time to time. I came out of the bathroom. "Pops? I know you're up here. Where are you?" I looked every where including the bedrooms. No one was there. I went downstairs and everyone was watching TV. Pops came walking out of the 1st floor bathroom. I can remember thinking, WTF? How weird.

I'll tell some scarier stories later when I feel more creative, my hormone treatment therapy has had a few scary side effects. Hmmm, let's see... fatigue, insomnia, fuzzy thinking ( I can't remember words), a horrendous craving for sweets, migraines 3-4 times a week, night sweats, hot flashes, panic attacks, and last but not least, the runs. These are actually all symptoms of menopause. Yeah!!

I know, I know, too, too much information! I've called a hormone specialist, I'm waiting on a call back. We'll see...