I have always considered my self in tune with spiritual world. I was the one in my family who noticed the changes in room tempiture or the feeling of being watched. My parents dismissed this as an over-active imagination, which I do have, but I knew the difference between something real and something imagined. Now that I've bored you with some background info, let me tell you about my "encounter". Our house was probably the least likely be haunted, no one as far as I know had died thereand it wasn't that old. But nonetheless, it was haunted. One night when I was twelve(I'm fourteen now)I had been laying awake trying to decide whether or not to get up and do something because I wasn't the least bit sleepy or to try hard to fall asleep before the sun rose. All of a sudden, out of the blue, I heard a little girls voice say one word. All though I couldn't understand the word, the voice was quite distinct. I was startled (well duh!) and quickly dimissed it as something I ha! ! d imagined. However, I listened closer and was scared of course when I heard it again, as clear as the first time! But for some reason, it was a startled kind of scared and I was able to fall asleep later without any nightmares. The second incident(not counting mysterious lights or sounds) happened a few weeks later. I was lying in bed, trying to fall asleep, when I heard footsteps walk down the hall past my room and my door opened slightly. Assuming it was my younger sister because the footsteps had been so light, I got up and went into the bathroom expecting to see her there. No on was in there. Surprised I walked to my mom's room and found everyone but myself asleep there. More curious than afraid, I walked down the hall and towards the living room to see what had caused the footsteps I heard. When I walked into the dining room-it's hard to explain, but all of a sudden I was surrounded by voices, I could her a man and woman talking and the occassional sound of a little gir! ! l joining. Startled I backed out of the dining room. I wasn't afraid, which was odd. I hurried back to my room and fell asleep. The final encounter with the "friendly" ghosts is my favorite. I was lyimg on my side in bed facing the wall when I felt someone sit down on the edge of the bed. I turned around thinking it was my mom but no one was there!! I turned slowly back around, my eyes wide. Then I felt someone gently and tenderly tuck my blankets around me. All of these encounters had happened only to me but the next my best friend and I both experianced. It wasn't fun. Malia and I had been up all night giggling when we suddenly noticed how cold and dry the air in the room had become, unusal for Hawai'i in the spring. We became more and more frightened and could feel this evil angry presence in the room. The fear intenscificedwhen we finally got up enough courage to walk out and noticed how an area by my door had this icy feeling to it. We stayed in my parents room for an ho! ! ur and when we went back the cold, dryness, and evil were gone. Needless to say we never got any sleep!