Okay so this time of year ghosts and ghost stories and spookiness of all sorts seem to be everywhere. The supernatural has always been something I've been interested in. I love a good ghost story. Sometimes I don't even mind being part of a good ghost story. Like the time I was at a house alone and a disembodied voice whispered, "hello" in my ear.

My house is a new house, we're the only inhabitants it has ever had. Although, that doesn't really mean much when it comes to things that go bump in the night. Several months ago I was in bed watching television and reading a magazine. My bedroom door was closed, I heard the knob rattle and the door swung open and I could hear my husband and children all accounted for downstairs.

About a week or so later I was back on my bed watching "Bones" and I saw my son walk by the bedroom door. Actually I only saw him from the waist down but I would have sworn it was my son, so I called out to him and he didn't respond. I figured he didn't hear me so I went back to watching the show. A few minutes later my youngest daughter came bounding up the stairs and into my room. I asked her to get her brother for me that he was in his room.

"No, he's not, Mom!" She said emphatically.

"Yes, he is, just go check please."

"No, he's downstairs asleep on the couch."

I got up and checked all the bedrooms myself and sure enough, no one was else was upstairs and my son was sound asleep on the couch.