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Someone I work with totally lives in your apartment building. I would recognize that kitchen layout anywhere. You should meet her (if you don't already know her)! Her name's Alexis, and I believe she lives on the first floor of your building.

I spent the majority of my childhood TERRIFIED of the house that I grew up in. As far as my memory serves me, the ghost that haunted our house was named Frank, and he actually built and was the first occupant of our country ranch home. Frank never made his presence known when I was very little. However, my parents decided to add on a big, window-filled room that overlooked the three acres of woods in our backyard when I was around 12. Once the renovations were complete, BOY was Frank not pleased about them.

Frank was never malicious, but he would do things like go around the house to the lights that had dimmer switches on them and, after my mother had turned them all the way down for the night, he'd turn them on just a touch so that we awoke to a lot of the lights in the house just slightly on the next morning.

One particularly frightening run-in with Frank happened when my sister and I were sitting in the new, aforementioned window-filled room. We were sitting on the couch and watching a movie, when all of a sudden the sound of the movie turned off and the overhead lights violently flickered on and off no less than twenty times. Then, when Frank had finished flicking the lights, the sound on the movie resumed. I could never be alone in that house again after that.

Oh, wow. I must have that black and white Navajo rug. I went to Doural, but it doesn't look like they carry it anymore. Does anyone have any ideas as to where I could find it??