I went to visit them a couple of times a year and stayed in a tiny
guest room with just a couch thing for a bed. I didn't get there for
her funeral, but am here now visiting my cousin. I assumed I would
stay in the guest room like I always have, but he suggested I take her
room because it's so much larger. I thought that would be too creepy,
but he reminded me that I was the big skeptic so why would I, of all
people, feel that way? He claimed that he heard strange noises at
night from that direction, but figured that was because he didn't get
enough sleep and was half-falling asleep while he worked in his room
nearby. I wondered why he seemed to be pushing me to stay in that
room. Perhaps the room had some influence over him? But that was crazy
thinking to me, the Skeptic Richard.
I sat on her bed a couple of minutes to see how it felt to be in that
room and studied the power outlets to make sure they were adequate for
all my toys. It seemed OK, so I did end up sleeping in her bed last
night. I fell asleep OK without hearing or seeing anything unusual.
But in the middle of the night I was awoken by a pressure INSIDE my
body! INSIDE mind you, and it wasn't a dream. I was very much awake
and there was still this pressure. Was it Aunt Annie?
After a few more seconds, it became clear that the pressure was in my
bladder because I had to go to the bathroom. I did, got back into
bed, couldn't fall asleep for a while so I played with the Internet,
fell asleep again without seeing or hearing anything interesting.
Slept for several more hours, woke up refreshed, still nothing
Some people might say this story shows there are no ghosts. But I
prefer to think that Aunt Annie was happily continuing to live in the
house she loved for so many years, and went out of her way to stay
quiet so as not to disturb me, her favorite nephew.