I drove to Louisiana to visit my Aunt Susie's new house. We sat at the kitchen table, and she told me that she thought she had a ghost. She explained that a little girl had died in that house in the 1950's. I had never believed in ghosts and wasn't planning on hearing or seeing anything out of the ordinary while I stayed there. I didn't even consider her theory. Two nights passed and, just as I expected, nothing unusual occurred. I had placed a picture of my uncle on the dresser for comfort. On the third night, while I tried to fall asleep, it fell facedown on the dresser. I propped it back up and headed back to the bed. Before I could crawl under the covers, I heard a tapping on the wall. I got up again and turned on the lights; the picture of Uncle Bobby was facedown again! This time it didn't fall again, and I managed to get back to sleep. The next night, as I slept, I felt pressure on the bed, as if someone had sat down next to me. Of course, when I opened my eyes, no one was there. I decided to cut my visit short and headed home the next morning. The first night at home in my own bed, the strange occurrences took place! I phoned my aunt Susie and told her that something seemed to have followed me home. She was convinced that the ghost had ridden back with me, and the only way to rid myself of it would be to return her to Louisiana. Therefore, though it sounded a little crazy, that's exactly what I did. This time, I didn't spend the night. I spent a minimal amount of time at Susie's and explained to the ghost that she needed to stay there. I drove back home and that was the last of the experience.

Teretha, Orlando