When I was five or six, my mother married her second husband. At the time, my sister and I didn't have to share a bedroom, but there was one time that I was wished she was there with me. I was sick with a cold or the flu or something like that. I was lying awake in my bed and the TV came on by itself. I was terrified. I couldn't go wake my mom; she was the type that wouldn't have appreciated her kid waking her in the middle of the night. I covered my head with my blanket until I got enough courage to peek out. The entire room was lit up with a bluish dim light. It was like the glow from a TV, but it was all around me. The next thing I remember, someone said, "Where's your daddy? Where's Kurt?" I was so afraid that I ran to the bathroom and stayed there all night with the light on. To this day (I'm 25 now), I can't fathom what happened. Something else that is strange is that the same "daddy" that the "light" was asking about is now dead. He was riding his motorcycle and tried (unsuccessfully) to go between two semi-trucks. Other strange things have happened in my life as well; some aren't explainable, some might just have been a neglected child's imagination, but I fully believe that ghosts are around us and that they have reasons for communicating.

Samantha, GA