When I still lived at home (yes, that was eons ago) It was late and my mother and I were the only ones still up.  (I’m the oldest of five.) I was working on a report for school in the kitchen and my mother was in the bathroom taking a bath.  She kept the door slightly open so we could talk.

Every time there would be a ghostly appearance, I get this prickly feeling on my neck and swear the hairs on my arm would stand up.  I was having one of those feelings.  My mother was running the water in the bathroom and she says to me, “Who’s up with you?”

Of course no one was up.  I was in the kitchen alone or so I thought.  “No one’s up, mom.”

“I said who’s up with you?” She couldn’t hear me because of the water running.

Now I’m freaked.  She sees someone and I don’t.  I run into the bathroom “No one is up with me.”  I do believe I did a little dance of fright and my voice became shrill.

“What do you mean? I saw a hand reaching for you.”

My mom thought one of the little ones had slipped out of bed. 

I believe it was the little blond girl who appeared off and on through the years.  She still hangs out.  She’s the only consistent resident ghost, but we’ve had other over the years.  I sometimes wonder if she brings them over, telling them,  “Hey they’re a cool family.  Come hang out for a while.”