When I was in the 4th grade, my family moved into a house in Cypress, California. On the outside it looked like any other on the block, but on the inside it was anything but normal. The layout of the upstairs had been changed by the previouse owner and went from a 4 bedroom to one large loft. But there was something else in the house that for the longest time only us kids encountered.

On the first day as we moved in, we watched a spice rack that was at the back of the counter, It slid across the tiled counter and over the lip at the end of it and crashed to the floor. Our parents did not believe us when we told them, they just thought one of us had done it ourself. But as the weeks went by, things continued.

The clock in the kitchen would periodically jumpoff the wall and land on the refidgerator 3 feets away, never once did...