I remember being at my grandmother's house. I loved to play upstairs in the spare bedroom. Once, I went in there, and a huge lion was sitting on the bed. I know that it sounds strange, but it really did happen. A few years later, my family moved to South Carolina. Seven years passed, but I never got over being afraid of the house. One night, as I lay in bed, I felt an impression on the bed, like a dog or cat (or lion!) was lying with me. We've never had pets inside our house! Another night, I was the last one out the door as we headed to the car. My mom yelled back at me that I had left the door open and to shut it. I knew that I hadn't left the door open, but I obediently went back to shut it. We got into the car and began to pull out of the driveway. We all noticed at the same time that the door was open again. Lastly were the dishes. I was trying to fall asleep one night, when I heard dishes breaking in the kitchen. My mom heard it too, cause we met downstairs in a panic. It was the oddest thing; nothing was out of place.

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