Wanna read another true story in my life? Well one day I went to pick up my step-daughter who was about 4 years old at the time. It was a 2 hour trip one way to pick her up. Anyway, it was afternoon before we got home. We had walked in the house and I was in my bedroom when Ashalynn walked in and said, "Mom, who is that man?" My head shot up and I said, what man? She said, that one, down the hall. Holy Cow! someone was in the house! I ran to where she was and I didn't see anything, so I grabbed her and ran out the back door. Now mind you this is a very old and big house. Attic, basement, the whole nine yards, which is pretty unheard of in California. Anyway, when we got outside, I put her down and told her to stay where she was. I went back in to check the house. Bat in hand, I went through every room, bathroom, closet, shower, basement, attic, checked the doors for break in, checked the windows, everything was in order. The front door was dead-bolted, so if anyone went out that way, I would have known. I would have heard it, even outside. It was a big door, and never shut quietly. I came back out to see my little step-daughter sitting obediently by the tree I had placed her at. I asked her what did you see? She said that a man was standing at the end of the hall. Hmmm....never figured that out. What do you think? Ghost or man? I'm betting on a ghost considering all the weirdorama things that used to happen in that house.