This takes place in my house in Yakima, Washington. I was with my cousin during this encounter. We are the only ones who believe what we saw was real.

My cousin and I were putting blankets on the floor to make a bed of padded blankets. We had to fold one of them because it was really big. We were standing by the sliding door, when we flipped the blanket up in the air while folding it.

This happened to my dad:

When my Father was seventeen years old his parents were going for a weekend get away. He had been in trouble for having parties while they were away before so they sent him to stay at his Aunts.

While Auntie was out and Dad being a teen-ager then, he invited friends over. His Aunts house was equipped with a huge walk in freezer that was very hard to open. It seemed out of place in a house and his friends teased him saying it was probably where his Aunt kept dead bodies and speculated on how many ghosts were in the house. They put some beer in there to get it cold.

Shortly after this they went downstairs to the rec room to have a few drinks and hang out. They had all the blinds closed so no one could see what they were up to. Later they decided the beer would probably be cold they all went up stairs to help carry it down. When they got to the top landing the door flew opened. Some strange noises could be heard downstairs too so they went to check and discovered all the blinds had opened at the same time! A couple of Dad's friends felt it was time for them to leave after this strange occurence. As they were saying goodbye one of the guys reached out to grasp the door knob. The door gave a moan, and opened putting the door knob in his hand.

After they guys left the rest of them collected a few beers and went back into the basement. They talked about all the possibilitys of what had happened and couldn't come up with any reasonable explanations except of the ghostly kind. Later they were upstairs again getting a few more beers. My Father decided if there was a ghost in the house this would be as good a time as any to find out. He called out, "If there is a ghost here, give us a sign!" Everyone waited a few seconds in antisipation but nothing happened. Just as they gave a collective sigh of relief an knock sounded on the door to the basement. Every one was upstairs, no one had been willing to stay down there alone. They spent the rest of the evening upstairs together to calm their nerves.

The next weekend Dad went to another friends house to spend the night. Everyone talked about what had happend at his aunts. Not everyone believed what was said about that evening was true. They though they were just making up a good ghost story. As if to prove what Dad said was true a typewriter that was in the room started typing away all by its self. Dad yelled as his friend to unplug it. His friend when over to the typewriter and found it was already unplugged. Getting a bit paniced someone threw a chair at it, and it fell off the table, stopping.

My dad never forgot what happened to him, and I wouldnt either.

P.S. My Great-Grandmothers urn was at my Father's Aunts house. Maybe she was trying to keep a bunch of unruly teens under control.