[MalReynolds]

I seen some ghosts. I never touched em, but I seen em.

Acutally, my old house was pretty haunted. I lived there when I was young, but sakes alive, man!

One night, we all went to bed leaving the dirty dishes in the sink. When we awoke the next morning, we found them washed, dried, and put in the cupboards, minus a pair of champagne glasses which we later found in the basement.

The chandalier over our kitchen table would frequently shake as if something was running into it.

My parents readings glasses disappeared many times, only to turn up in the basement.

Now, one story that I can't verify because I was too young, but my brother remembers, is that he woke up one night and I was screaming about a quilt-man who was standing over me. The strange part is, I had kicked all of the covers off, and the quilt that I slept under was by the bedroom door as opposed to on the floor, with the rest of the stuff I slept under. So, the quilt man was coming for me. That's scary.

Finally, we had had it up to our brow-line with these ghostly shenanigans, so we hired a psychic to come to the house.

We were pretty blown over. Before we told her anything, she told us that we were being haunted by 2 ghosts - both from the civil war. One was a congenial old man who had lost his glasses during the burning of Richmond and died, and the other was a defecting soldier that had killed his CO and was buried in a quilt.

Then she did that thing where she said we didn't have to pay her.

She killed herself the next day. Not really. We also paid her because we're good people.

A quick look at our house's history revealed it to be an old civil war hospital, and the basement was the hospice section. We dug around the basement, which had never been finished, and there were all kinds of musketballs and a few uniforms. And a pair of old broken glasses.

We moved, but not because the house was haunted. Some guy got shot a block down, and my parents realized they didn't want me or my brother attending an inner-city (Richmond) school, so we headed out to the burbs.

Not many ghostly visitations out here.