Seriously something crazy has been happening and it's starting to freak me and my sister Kim out! For the past 15 months, my sister Kim and I have been living in a 1930s home which I remodeled. It is a beautiful home and we have had such a blast hanging out and being roommates, but enough is enough with all of the weird things that have been happening....

Background to this story...since Kim and I have lived in this home, we typically joke with all of our nephews and nieces that a there is a ghost who lives in our home. We call her Veronica! In the beginning whenever we heard a weird sound like foot steps or other noises that neither one of us claimed to have made, we would say jokingly, "Oh that's just Veronica playing a little trick on us!" It has been a lot of fun scaring our little nephews and nieces but I think after what happened a few weeks ago...it's no longer a joke!

I'm about to tell you what happened the other night which has prompted me to blog today... I came home one night a week ago, while Kim was at the movie. She had just purchased some new bowls, plates and cups that matched her existing set that we use at our house. TJ Max happened to have a few of them on sale. She was in a hurry that night so she just dropped them off on the kitchen countertops and than took off to the movie. When I got home that night, I was talking on the phone to Nancy and walked into the kitchen and noticed all of the shopping bags. I mentioned to Nancy that Kim must have gone on a spending spree today and bought a lot of dishes...I didn't know what kind because everything was still wrapped in tissue paper. I saw that one of the bags was on the floor, that seemed odd so I bent over to picked it up and realized that a few of the dishes were broken. I told Nancy that she was my witness that I didn't break anything and that the bag must have fallen off the countertop down onto the wood floor. I left the bag on the floor and said I would wait until Kim got home so that she wouldn't think that it was me who broke a few of her new dishes.

Later that night, when Kim arrived home I told her how I found the broken dishes. She teased me and said, "Danny you can tell me the truth...I won't be mad." I laughed and told her that Nancy was proof that I didn't break them and besides if I did, than I would have gone and bought her new dishes since they were only a few dollars each. So we both began to unwrap all of the dishes, when I asked Kim how many plates she had bought. I had just finished unwrapping the fourth plate, when she said, "four." I told her how could that be when there were still four more left to unwrap in my bag? She than said, "Umm Danny those other four plates match these bowls and glasses that you already unwrapped and placed on the counter." I looked at her and said, "What do you mean...I didn't unwrap those!"

Kim and I both glanced over at the neatly stacked set of four bowls and four glasses and than looked back at each other and honestly chills ran down our body, the hair on our arms stood up, and we both yelled. Kim almost started to cry. She was so mad at me and said that if I was trying to play a joke on her that this was not funny at all. I quickly said back to her that I didn't do it and why would I have asked that question if I already knew there was a different style of dishes purchased?

I asked Kim that if I did it, why wasn't all of the tissue paper or the empty bag in the kitchen garbage? Neither of us had taken out the trash, so the tissue paper and empty bag should be in the garbage. We could not find any garbage to those dishes which had been unwrapped and stacked in the corner by the sink.

For the next few days, we kept promising to one another that neither of us had anything to do with it. Just recently, on fast Sunday, Kim and I always cook dinner for our parents and grandma Bird. We were all sitting down at the dinner table in my dining room, when all of the sudden the lights all turned off. Kim looked at me and said with her eyes, "Danny was that you?" I immediately looked back and her and made the gesture like, "Are you kidding me? That isn't me...I'm eating here at the table with all of you!" We looked around in the other rooms, but the lights in the kitchen were still on and the TV in the front room was on so everything seemed to be okay except for the dining room...so Kim and I began to tell our parents, Devin, Jen and Nancy about what has been happening.

Still today, Kim is freaked out to stay in the house alone or by herself...she calls me and tells me that she keeps hearing things. At this point I think that we need to call a ghost buster and get VERONICA out of our house, so that we can have some peace of mind!