The story of the closest I've ever come to believing in ghosts...
Posted by
Ender (aka Ender)
Aug 24 '09, 21:29
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It was a Sunday morning and my dad and I were the only ones home. We were both upstairs in different rooms when we here this tremendous crash downstairs. We run downstairs into the dining room and find every single dish in the china cabinet is now on the floor. There was no earthquake or anything, we didn't feel a thing upstairs. It was just as if china cabinet had chosen that moment to vomit out its entire contents. For about 10 seconds I simply had no rational explanation for it and seriously entertained the posibility of ghosts. Then the garage door opened.
My brother, who still had his learners permit had hit the gas instead of the brake heading into the garage and had rammed the van into the wall in the back of the garage, which is the same wall that the china cabinet was on, so he had pushed that wall in about 6 inches, which in turn rocked the cabinet just enough to spill out everything it held.
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