“When I was 12, me and my mom were watching TV in her bedroom. It was one of those really stuffy summer evenings. Stating the obvious, I said aloud, ‘it is SO hot in here.’ Immediately, the fan that was sitting on the dresser 5 feet away turned on.

The switch couldn’t really be flipped on by accident… it was pretty ‘sticky’ and required a little bit of force to go from off to on. I can’t really explain how that happened but I like to think it was a friendly ghost.”