I was talking to my sister about my other sister's haunted house. Janice and Cindy never told me it was haunted because they knew--rightly--that I'd never have visited there if I'd known.

The house was in Bristol, Tennessee and was once a doctor's home and office.

Janice told me she felt something shove her--hard, twice--during the night in the east bedroom.

Cindy told me (later, after they'd long been moved) about seeing from the corner of her eye a box of powder dump itself out onto the floor. She said her husband, Dave, constantly found his keys in places other than where he'd set them.

Cindy said one night she was alone in the den and heard a great crash from the front of the house; she thought the bookshelves had fallen over! She ran in to check and nothing had moved.

She said the morning they were leaving the picture in the dining room crashed onto the floor; it had hung there for two years.

During the times I visited there--maybe four times, and overnight--I never felt or experienced anything, but I found the upstairs bathroom a little depressing for some reason.

I've decided I'm not afraid of ghosts. I mean, what can they actually do? There's no suggestion that this ghost of ours- if it exists- is hostile in any way. The only thing that would upset me would be if it popped out suddenly and made me jump.

Ghosts are everywhere, I think. Most of the time they tread softly and we never notice them.

Ghosts are everywhere, I think. Most of the time they tread softly and we never notice them.

That makes sense to me.

I like the way JK Rowling handles ghosts--they're just part of life at Hogwarts.

I read once about a man who died and came back--you know, one of those accounts--and he said he saw his body and it scared him! So, just think: ghosts may be afraid of us.