In my family, ESP is more the thing rather than ghosts. Me, my mom, and her sister all have wierd dreams and feelings that we just can't ignore. One of the last scary dream I had was of my dad getting hit in traffic getting out of his pickup. I didn't know why, but I insisted my mom let him know that he needed to be super careful on the highway. A few months later, he was in New Mexico when his truck (big truck, 18 wheeler) broke down. He was well off of the road and walked back to the back to see if an airbag had popped when this car came out of nowhere and was driving on the shoulder. He had a split second to run in between the axles and he felt the car mirror brush against him before the car ran into his front fender. And there are hundreds more stories like that one.

Then, there are the ghosts. Growning up, we usually lived in houses that had either been in the family since being built or in trailer houses that no one had ever lived in. But, we finally bought a house when I was like.. 12 or so. It was a ready-built that was moved in in the 50s, only had two previous owners, and the last owners were alive and well. Anyway, we did a lot of work to that house and didn't notice anything wrong.. until we started painting it. My dad was a truck driver and never home, so at night, my mom and I were alone and usually turned the lights off and watched tv together before we went to bed. All the sudden, the lights in my room would turn on. Then they would go off again when we went to investigate. (Mom always carried my solid pine bat with her. Damn near killed my dad with it one night when he forgot to tell her he'd be home.) We'd go back to the living room, blame faulty lights, and my tv would turn on, volume full blast to some wierd channel we didn't even get. Go back, the TV would turn off. I had this fear of sleeping with my closet door open, as there was a tunnel from my closet to my mothers and it just didn't feel right. At night, I would shut the door and put something in front of it. Some mornings, I would wake up and the door would be wide open. My mother swore she never touched it. It freaked her out too. I'd have strange dreams of someone standing over my bed, but couldn't bring myself to open my eyes. One night, we heard a crash in the kitchen, as if all the pots had fallen out of the cabinet. We ran in there to discover... nothing. Not one thing had moved and all the pots were perfectly arranged in the cabinet. I actually felt more comfortable sleeping in the back bedroom behind the kitchen on the other end of the house. It used to be a garage. Then, of course, the fire alarm would go off for no apparent reason. The temperature guage would change, even though it was digital with a cover and you couldn't bump it on purpose and change it. I ended up unplugging my TV one night it was scaring us so bad. Then it came on again. We both slept in my mom's room. I actually loved that house, but I have slept much better since we moved out.