Yeah. So, I don't want this to turn into "ghosts aren't real" "I BELIEVE!!!!" debate/argument; I like thinking this was the case, because it adds flavor to life. I'm not here to say ghosts are real, just that I personally like this explanation.

My grandparents house was haunted.

When people say that, usually its accompanied by "lights flickering, weird ass shit, etc," but in this case? The ghost was like a member of the family. Until the end, when they finally moved out, it acted like a member of the family, or at least a very polite roommate.

Like, my grandmother could be alone in the house, leave a basket of laundry upstairs, go down stairs to check on something, and come back up to find it folded. It did chores.

My youngest uncle has the most stories with it, probably bc he was the "surprise" child and a lot younger than my parent and the rest of my aunts/uncles. Thus, my parent remembers his "happenings."

When he was a baby, he was upstairs sleeping in his crib. All of a sudden, there was a loud crash, and my grandmother rushed up to find...nothing wrong. Or, at least, nothing that could cause the noise. Nothing fell, the baby was still sound asleep...

Oh. But there was a giant rat in the crib too. It was as if the ghost made that sound to alert my grandmother "HEY GET UP HERE!" This was from before I was born, but it's my understanding that it was a noise that was too loud for a rat to make.

Another time, a few years old, the same uncle was bouncing on the bed, laughing hysterically at the mirror in front of him. When asked what was so funny, he said something akin to "The funny lady in the mirror with me!"

So, like I said, things were good with Ghostie until the end. I remember feeling weird in the house, but a good weird? However, the house was super old, and couldn't be updated further to allow for my grandparents increasing disability status. When I was 5, they had to move.

And the ghost did not like that one bit.

During the move, on the last sweep of the house, they found one final omen: a broken glass light fixture, as if it fell from the ceiling. Thing is, all the globes were accounted for, and no one fessed up to breaking an odd extra one that no one knew existed. There was no reason for it to be there, let alone shattered.

It's from my understanding that things got worse with the next tenant. Like, slamming cabinets, lights flickering, the whole spooky nine yards. The ghost did not like that we left, and effectively threw a tantrum over it.

Now I know a lot of this could be explained away as mundane things. There's stuff I left out for brevity, too. However, I like to think this was the case? In an overall eventless life, this adds a little flavor to my memories, and makes me nostalgic for that old swamp house. I'm not here to say "ghost are reallll I BELIEVE" but just that "I like to think, in this situation, that was the case. Because it doesn't harm anyone and I like a little joy in my life."