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Haunted houses...I've never lived in a house, apartment, trailer, or rented spot at the local campground that wasn't haunted, which leads me to believe that people are haunted, it's not always the house the spooks get attached to. I've seen things and had physical encounters in almost every car I've ever owned. I never use the rearview mirror--when I get in the car, I flip it toward the ceiling and leave it there. I do not use the mirrors in my house except in an extreme have-to case (you'd be amazed at what you can do without a mirror). Because of seeing things (not always nice things) in reflections, I keep the windows covered from the time the sun starts to set until daylight and I hated my old monitor because it was reflective--I like the flatscreen because nothing reflects off it.

Doors have been shut on me, shut in my face with force and just drifting closed so that I turn around and find myself closed in a room, and all the room doors and kitchen cabinet doors opened and slammed in unison one day when I got furious at whatever was in my house and screamed that if it couldn't do any better it should stop all together (of course, I was extremely free with threats and swear words). Since that day, I've not been so articulate with anything that I feel is here. The neighbor called to ask what had blown up because the noise was so loud. Imagine firing a shotgun in house, how that would make your ears hurt and ring--that's what this sounded like.

My husband and I were goofing off one day and a music CD case flew across the room and landed at my feet. Around that time all four of us were pinched and poked hard enough to make red spots but hard enough not to leave bruises. Sometimes we were all in the same room (the den or kitchen). My daughter grew so frightened of the hallway bathroom that she refuses to use it and goes into the master bath--on the other side of the house.

I woke up three nights in a row, around 3am, to see a figure in a black rainslicker standing in my bedroom doorway. I'd close my eyes and count to 10 and he'd still be there, so I'd grab the baseball bat, scream at my husband and the thing would step back into the den, around the corner. We'd follow but there was never anyone there. After three days, my brother-in-law died and the figure in the rainslicker has never been back. For 3 days before he 1st appeared, I would wake to hear someone calling my name and there was no one there.

My grandmother's house sported a breathing portrait of a great-great aunt who died in childbirth and the shadow of a man wielding a knife and something that liked to move her sewing things around when she left the room.

One house that my hubby and I lived in had some really bad something in it. I woke several times with it standing at the foot of the bed, backlit from the kitchen light. Imagine a nearly 7-foot tall man, very muscular, and stripped of all his skin. There was no wet look or oozing bloody mess. He just looked stripped of his flesh. I watched this thing's chest move as it breathed one night and when it reached for my foot, I freaked. I couldn't move or scream and it would raise one finger and waggle it 'no-no' at me and I'd pass out or faint or whatever.

Just 3 days ago, I hung up my telephone and was carrying the cordless from the kitchen to the charger in the den when a woman yelled from the kitchen, "Helllloooo?" I thought the answering machine was on, then remembered I had the phone in my hand and it did not ring. I checked the machine anyway--nothing. And, I was home by myself.

Can't forget the demon-monkey that graced the hallway clothes dryer when I was a kid, either. Every night, there it was. Black as coal and shiny. It didn't have fur but some kind of stiff looking feathers over its entire body that it could bristle. It would move the basket on the dryer, sit down, and stare into my room all night long. It never tried to come into the room, though. It moved around just enough to let me know it was real, could throw a shadow, and move physical things like the basket. A couple of times it pointed down to the night-light inside my door.

Those are the highlights. I'm the only one in my entire family blessed/cursed with this stuff, too. I have one aunt who had a few experiences and my granny loved to tell ghost stories, but everyone else either does not experience these things or denies them.