The evening went on with no other occurence in the house. My parents came home and I told them the events of the eve. The news disturbed them slightly, more so that I called the neighbors. My father said,"maybe , it's a Ghost". Now, if you knew my father and his side of the family, Ghosts are a pretty regular subject to talk about, but we never had one in the house before. My parents tried to calm us down and put us to sleep, but it was hard to close my eyes that night.

The next morning we began to move into the upstairs. We had a lot of furniture to move around and relocate throughout the new 2 floors of living space. I have my own bedroom now on the top floor. In fact, all of our bedrooms were located on the second floor. My parents, My brothers, one bathroom and a laundry room with a big hallway that connected them all. On the first floor was a big livingroom, where my parents bedroom used to be. Where "our" bedroom was, my brother's and I, was our new dining room with a giant chandelier hanging in the center of the room. The bathroom on the first floor remained the same , as well as the kitchen. The new stairwell lead up to the second floor had an antique cast iron railing and a light switch on the top and bottom of the stairs. It was a big difference to the house that used to be there.

Everything was clean and new. As we moved the dining room table into the room, I backed into a cold spot. My hair on the back of my neck stood up, and my hand turned to ice. It was mid fall, and the weather was like an Indian Summer, and we had no air conditioners in yet on the first level. My father stepped into it as well and started to look for where the draft was coming from since all the windows were closed during the move. It creeped us out. Our 2 dogs came into the room and started to bark at the corner of the room and then ran out of the room. When the cat came in to investigate the barking, he just hissed at the corner and ran out. WEIRD, we agreed but didn't scare us, just freaked us out, how the animals were acting. The living room was "our" room at one time. Never before did we have a cold spot. The dogs and cat used to sleep in that room as well, Why, and What now?

My mother, too busy in her decorations of the house, couldn't care less of a cold spot or the way the animals acted like, she just said,"uh-huh", just pretended to listen, preoccupied with the move. My father being in the Marines and being the man of the house shook it off and returned to moving in. I still feel the coldness of the spot, when ever I think about it today. We continued the move with the bedrooms upstairs. I arranged my bedroom the way I wanted it. My mother came in to approve and give suggestions on decorating it. Star Wars was my theme. I placed my Star Wars posters up on the walls and put on the Star Wars sheets on the bed, when all of a sudden, SLAM, my door slammed shut. Startled, I ran for the door, turned the knob, openned the door and expected to see my brother, who would do a thing like that, but No One was there. Fustrated, I ran down stairs to complain and see if my brother was laughing, a good clue if he was a perpetrator of the slamming.