One Last Practical Joke

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Story type: Ghost
Location: Dover, Delaware
Source: Form Submission

I live in a 20 year old house, or a realitively new house. It is in an uper class neighbor hood called Burwood Estates. I would consiter myself a wealthy person. Anyway, I always have had a feeling i was not alone in my own home, apart from my four other family members, there was alway that feeling that you needed to watch you back. In the shower I always feel a cold breeze, just for a minute, then the shower curtain drops or droops a little. Then all is calm again. One time the toaster went up and down all by itself and the trashcan is always being opened and closed by some, what it would seem to be, and invisible hand. In my bedroom, I do not feel comfotable getting changed because of that feeling I am being watched. I asked my mother about the deaths in the house. She responded, "A boy was said to have been killed in front of our house. I would say he was about 12 or 13 at the time." So i thought to myself, 'He is just trying to play one last practical joke.'