When I was younger, I used to live in a strange house. I wouldn't say it was really haunted... just strange. I remember, when I was about 7 or 8 (I'm 13 now) I was coloring in my coloring book in my room, when I hear someone messing with the door, so when it opens, I expected it to be my sister. The door opened slowly, and I didn't even bother to look who it was, so I just said, "Come in Nashlene." But no one answers. So I look up, and see no one. I looked in the hallway, and no one was there. Since I was young, I didn't think much about it.

Another time, I was in the hallway, talking to my mom who was in the bathroom right next to me. I suddenly see my sister jumping with jump rope. Now that I think of it... she didn't really know how to jump rope. So I whisper the words "Nashlene" and she vanishes. Then I go to my room, and see my sister sound asleep....