I have ghosts, or perhaps pixies

[uppityperson]

I'm inside alone. My child and friends are outside. No one is in here with me. Suddenly, there is little chimy music...tinkle tinkle tinkle. By the time I get up to check it is gone, but it sounded like it came from the wall next to me. A couple minutes later there is the sound again. Tinkle twinkle, tinkle twinkle. I leap from my chair to track it down a little better, following the sweet little tune out to the other room. Into the kitchen. Onto the table. Inside one of the girls purses. I hate cell phones.

[YouthInAsia]

1. When was the last time you dropped acid? Just kidding.

Is it scary? I think I'd scream and run if I ever saw a ghost.

[uppityperson]

2. 25 yrs ago.

cell phones should go ring, ring, ring, not tinkle twinkle tinkle.

[YouthInAsia]

3. yes, I agree. All these annoying songs and rings and beeps and

gongs and whatnot. You stand in line at the grocery store and you dont know if youre at a nightclub or at a concert.

[Maestro]

4. I want you to know that the logical side of me

does not believe in anything, absolutely nothing supernatural and I still am pretty much that way. HOWEVER when my wife's grandfather died strange things starting happening in his house. My father-in-law had moved in to the place by that time and constantly reported wierd things happening, mostly doors opening and his favorite chair in the living room moving as if occupied. I believed none of this. Then we went for a visit. Her father had left to spend the night at his girlfriend's house. During the night, I kid you not, I was awakened by the screen door opening. I jumped out of bed, woke up my wife, and by this time we both heard footsteps, heel to toe, heel to toe. I was scared to death. I thought someone was in the house. I crept into the living room. I then saw my father in law's dog sitting staring at my wife's grandfather's chair. I turned on the lights in the room. The dog completely ignored me and just kept staring at the chair. I felt a cold chill run down my spine. My wife told me to not worry that it was just "Popo." I checked the front door. The screen door was still latched. My wife coaxed me to bed as the dog just sat there staring at the chair. I will never forget that experience.