You guys are making me feel a little creepy. I do believe in the supernatural, but unfortunately, I don't want to believe!! It scares me - a lot.

A few stories -

When I was young (pre-K to 3rd grade), we lived in an old home and I regularly saw a man in my bedroom and heard strange noises. The man was always dressed the same - in old colonial type clothing. I was always scared but then one night he was walking toward me with a knife lifted up over his head. I can hardly even type this because it still scares me so much. Honestly, I was traumatized. Finally, my mother slept in my room one night and told me the strange noises were just a tree hitting up against the side of the house. Years later, she confessed there were no trees close enough to touch the house on that side and that she was really spooked that night she stayed in my room - of course, she still made me sleep in there every night!! Those years were spent being absolutely terrified to go to bed. I had a flash light under my pillow and slept with my whole body (head too) under the covers. There were also regular sightings when we were outside of someone slipping around the corner of the house and sounds of someone whistling.

My mother says that before that house, we lived in a house where you could hear someone pacing up and down the hallway every night. She said the footsteps went by my and my sister's bedroom and that she always felt like someone was looking over us while we slept. Apparently, it made her feel safe but creeped out other relatives.

As soon as my daughter started talking (like at age 2), for about a year, she would always talk about her son that died. She would say "he was just so young" and talk about how sad she was and how much she missed him. It was very weird and she just talked about it all the time. I tried to not make a big deal about it, but it did make me feel really uncomfortable. In talking to other people about it, I've been told that that's a great example of why many believe in reincarnation. She's six now and doesn't have any memory of talking about it.

Our current house is 80 years old and has a wonderful feeling to it. I think there was lots of love in this home over the years. For some reason, it's just special and we felt it when we first looked at it - even though it had been on the market for almost a year and needed lots and lots of work. The original family that owned the house has visited us a few times and has shown us pictures of the actual people who built the house. We keep in regular contact with the woman who we bought the house from (her husband died upstairs in his sleep; they lived here for over 30 years and raised 5 kids here). And out of the blue one summer, a woman showed up visiting from Adminzona who had lived here for a few years as a child. Her father lost his job and they moved west, but she said she's always remained fascinated with this house. We have several written accounts of the house - where the chicken coop was, what was out back, who had what bedroom, etc. It's kind-of neat.

Anyway, my third child Benjamin - when he was 2 1/2 or so - would regularly point and say "oh, look mama, a ghost". I didn't like it; you know, it just creeps me out, but I wouldn't make a big deal about it. We had our dog Henry then and my son would say "oh, mama, Henry scared ghost" and I could never quite figure out if he was telling me Henry was scared of the ghost or whether Henry scared the ghost. This went on for a while and then just about 6 months or so ago, when we were up in bed, Ben (who is now close to 4) looked upset, pointed towards the doorway, and said "mama, I don't like the ghost. The ghost is scary." A few minutes later, he said all happily "mama, the ghost went away". He hasn't mentioned it again, thank goodness.

And I have a friend who is looking for a house. He and his wife looked at a nice one but he said he didn't like it because he got a really weird, terrible vibe in one of the rooms. He mentioned it to his wife, and she said "yah, me too - the front upstairs bedroom, right?". Yep, that was the one.

Okay, sorry this is so long. It's good therapy for me though. Now I'm going to go try to forget about this stuff again!!