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Okay, you may or may not believe me, but oh well. For years I've been more than aware that, at times, I can see things no one else can. I think, as some people see them as white flashes, I see them invertedly, because I only see sillouettes of these things. In the years I've lived in this house, I've had only one physical encounter with this things, and that was probably my own fault, given where the bed was positioned at the time.

Tonight, three days before All Hallow's Eve, El Dia de Les Muerte, I have another physical encounter in the five years I've been here.

Recently, I noticed something has taken a liking to my bedroom door, closing it on its own and making it a bit difficult to open from the inside. Tonight, I had come into my room and closed it a certain distance from the door facing, making sure there was a crack for me to hear thtough. As I opened got comfortable in my chair, I caught it trying to close out the corner of my eye. And the scene played out something like this.

"Hey!"
*door pauses*
"That was rude. Leave the door alone."
*door moves back, then attempts to close quickly*
"EH!"
*door stops*
"Dontchu do it."
*Door moves back to where I had it originally*
"...thank you."

Of course, it decided to do this a couple more times. And both times I fussed at it. It doesn't like being considered rude. At one point, it decided it was time to make itself really noticeable and touched my arm. Quite literally, a cold hand rubbing my arm, and paying particular attention to the bend of it. At one point, I fussed at it and cried...though I wasn't exactly feeling the crying, save for the tears from down my face. Well, I had used the back of my hand to wipe them away. A few more seconds of sitting here, and it touched my hand, very noticably. Anymore noticably, and you would have seen the imprint. The tears there got unnaturally cold feeling then vanished. It didn't like the fact that I said it wasn't tangible, and I was still in the room alone--even with the spirit--because I couldn't see it or understand it.

Things starts happening after a previously broken and unfixable bracelet reappears sudden in perfect condition.

I think I have some phone calls to me.

And no, I'm not calling the ghostbusters.