Reply #29: When I was a kid, we had a ghost named Bernie.

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Sometimes when we were all in the dining room having dinner, she would stomp loudly on the floor that was directly over us. The chandelier would shake, and all the pets were under the table (that's where they would all congregate at dinner, catching any scraps). She would lock my stepmother in the basement. One time, my father was yelling at my little sister, and all the sudden her picture goes flying off the shelf and hits him in the head. She would hide my dad's Preparation H cream and goose him in the shower. There were cold spots on the steps and one would always get a weird feeling when walking into the upstairs bath. Years later after I had moved out, I was staying over at my father's and I was sleeping downstairs in the living room. I was lying on the couch and I saw a ball of light flying around on the ceiling. I wasn't scared, because I knew it was Bernie. After that, I could feel her on the steps watching me. It was a wonderfully peaceful feeling and I went right to sleep. They live in a different house now, but everyone still misses Bernie. She was very protective of us.