If you haven't read my stories Man in the Bedroom, or The 3 Events, please do. This story will make a whole lot of more sense. For those of you who don't want to read those stories, then let me give you a little summary.
I am a kid growing up psychic. I have people who are dead come and "visit" me sometimes. They do me no harm at all. They are just spirits who need to move on and go be with God or whomever they believe in. I help them do this. Now for my story.
About a week after the 3 events happened in my house, we had a visitor. My mom thinks that we are dealing with child spirits. One day, my sister was eating lunch in our kitchen by herself. My mom, myself, and my brother were upstairs in our playroom. All of a sudden, my mom and I hear my sister running up the stairs crying very loudly. In an instant, a thought popped into my head, it was, "Oh no... she's seen something again." And she had. She had been sitting on a barstool half on, half off looking at my little brother's highchair, when it moved all on its own. She saw it go over the rug in the floor, then back towards her. It scared my poor sister to death. It took a while to calm her down, and when she did calm down, I went with her downstairs, and we told this spirit to move on. (with a little help of our mom of course)
As usual, this thing had woke me up the night before. I had sensed its presence in the house. So of course, I didn't get any sleep that night. Ha ha. But all was well, until a couple days later.