How the hell are yall? I'm Richie and I'm about to tell ya sumthin pretty messeed up. yall might think think that ghost shit ain't real or paranormal hoo-ha isn't true, so did I. I live in New York and not a damn thing excitin happens out where I live. I was out workin on my grand father's house when I was about 13 and a few weeks ago his mother had died, and I know what your thinkin Cliche Right? Wrong. Anyways he told me to stay the night and I accepted like a dumbass. It's about 9:45 and I hear buzzin. I thought it was cuz my uncle was workin with the buzz saw earlier and my ears weren't adjusted yet, but I walked out in the kitchen and the drill my grandfather has was not cordless and not plugged in but it was on and scratchin his table(sunbitch grandfather thought i was drillin sumthin and got pissed off at me bcuz he thought I did it)i just got close to it and it turned off. I also heard voices cumin out of my granfather's CB Radioeven though it was off, and did those voices sound pissed. I think I did figure out wut it was all about bcuz my grandfathers mum always wanted the cabinets fixed and for him to get rid of the radio. Don't know if ya believe me but it's true, and I dont even know if it was a ghost or not, but wut i do know is that my great gramma was one pissed off lady bfore she died!