My experience with a friendly Ghost

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About 12 yrs. ago my husband and I lived in this old house that was a 100 yrs. old. A buddy of his lived there when he was growing up. His name was Frankie Henderson. He told my husband (Ralph) that there was a ghost in the house. He told Ralph he didn`t think it was a evil spirit, but one day Frankie`s mom had clean up the kitchen, dried an put away the dishes. The next morning when she woke to get Frankie off to school ,all of her dishes was on her kitchen cabinet. She got upset and started fussing at Frankie, cause he was always playing jokes on his mom.

So year`s later when Ralph and I moved in we was kind of excited cause it was a great house. I guess we had been there about a couple of weeks. At the time I had a smoking cigerettes habit. And every night when I went to bed I always put my cigerette case on my nightstand table, without fail. This paticurlar morning I woke up, first thing I always reached for my case. But it wasn`t there. I looked everywhere. It was no where to be found. I started fussing at Ralph, because I thought he had gotten it. Because he didn`t like me smoking. He said I promise I didn`t get it. So after that Ralph said, Ok Mr. Ghost bring my wife`s cigerette case BACK NOW. To make long story short, 4 hours later I went back in my bedroom, to my surprise there lay my case on my nightstand. Needless to say we had several more experiences after that. It was like it enjoyed playing tricks.

The End,

Tator
Feb.23.2009

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