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Invisible Prankster
by Shirley R.

My husband and I used to live in a house that we felt had a ghost. We felt cold breezes, doors slammed open, things were mysteriously moved, like she was playing pranks. My husband saw her once for a few seconds. I only saw white movement. I had a bracelet that pulls open and then tightens around the arm, and the only way to get it off is to pull it open. I thought I had lost it twice, and in each case it would show up about six months later in plain sight, once in the bathroom floor and once in the middle of the bedroom doorway. I finally said I wasn't going to wear it anymore.

The strangest, or funniest - whichever way you want to think of it - was over a bottle of perfume. I had bought my late aunt a bottle of Joy perfume years before she died. When she died and we were going through her things, I found that bottle of perfume with just a fourth of it gone. She had used it sparingly because it was so expensive. I kept it on a table by my bed where I could see it and remind myself not to save things back because you might not get to use them. One night I looked for it and it was gone. I searched everywhere, under the bed, on the stand, all over the area where it could have gone. Finally after several nights of fruitless searching, I sat there and said to the empty air, "Alright, I want my damn perfume back. I'm going to close my eyes, and when I open them it had better be there!" I counted to 30 and opened my eyes, and looked and it wasn't there. I went to stand up and walk away - and there it was behind a larger bottle. I couldn't have missed it when I was looking for it before. I guess she decided she had better give it back. We were rather fond of her and have missed her since we moved.

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