A couple of years ago, I was staying at my best friend's newly built house (See the story by me" floating face.") We had been watching our favorite movie "Pirates of the Caribbean" because we are both CRAZY about Johnny Depp. The movie had ended and I was thirsty from all of the popcorn we had eaten. I got up and grabbed my cup from the kitchen table and went to sit on the pullout bed in the couch. Which was standing next to the bed. I was about to sit down and I felt a small cool hand grab my ankle. It couldn't be one of her cats because the hand was too big, it wasn't fuzzy and it was cool. But I checked under it anyways... No cat.
A small boy's spirit/ghost used to occupy her old house, he loved my friend's mother and her younger brother and he loved picking on me. Her mom thinks he had followed her to the new house, which didn't bother her at all. I believe that the little boy was once again, messing with me just grabbing my ankle trying to get my attention. He loved to play. He is a sweet little boy, and would never hurt a soul. Even though it creeped me out when he touched me, it was kind of cute.
I used to spend the night at her old house. The bathroom was right across the hall from her room and to go to the bathroom you had to pass her little brother's room. I couldn't tell you haw many times I have had those little quarter machine super balls thrown at me (softly) or how many Hot Wheels Cars rolled out in front of me. Every time I checked his room for the person or cat I found that the room was empty of people and animals. After a while I just got used to it. It didn't bother me. I knew it was the little boy wanting to play.