I was reliving my time in Missouri with our house and reading others' experiences and I decided to put the new experiences out there. I had mentioned them a while back but felt like I couldn't say anything about them until I had debunked and thought things through.

This house is older than the one in Missouri, and the experiences aren't nearly as frequent (it's been months and months since anything has happened), or as scary, but they have certainly made us roll our eyes at each other and say, "Not again!"

Our bedroom is quite large. One door connects to the kitchen/dining area and another door opposite of this door leads to our daughter's room. Her room actually has two doors, with the other one leading into our computer room and then out to the kitchen. It makes one big circle. This house has been added onto several times throughout the years, but at one time, these rooms were all that was of the house. That's why it's set up this way. Our room used to be the kitchen/living room with two bedrooms, etc. I digress.

The first event was a month or so after we moved into this house in January 2010. I was taking online algebra classes and in order to have enough time to get through the lessons, I usually stayed up through the night working on them. Our headboard at the time was on the same wall as the door leading to our daughter's room. I started hearing what sounded like someone taking a marble or a walnut and tapping the wall to our left. There were some light scratching noises as well.

The first thought I had was, "Oh hell, we have mice!" because that's what it sounded like. But then, the tapping got more furious, and it just wasn't in one spot anymore. It got louder. At that point, I started jabbing Mike awake, who was asleep, facing the noisy wall. Just as he lifted his head and popped his eyes open, the tapping suddenly stopped and our daughter's door swung open! We heard the latch click, doorknob turn and everything.

Mike jumped out of bed and ran to the door. He looked in at our daughter, who was still asleep, but staring, wide-eyed at the door.

He looked at me and said, "Did you see that?"

The familiar feeling of ice-cold dread came over me. "Yup, I did."

There had to be an explanation. We had the fans on. We thought that maybe the fan forced the door open. We decided to debunk the next afternoon. I didn't sleep at all that night.

The next morning I asked my daughter as casually as I could if she remembered waking up in the middle of the night. She said she didn't. (Whew!)

So, we turned on our fans and tried to debunk it.

The fans actually forced the door to close. Not open. We couldn't keep it open on its own.

So, that was the first experience. Fun.

I heard the tapping a couple more times, usually out in the kitchen, usually in the middle of the night, and usually while I was doing homework. But I haven't heard it since last year. (knock on wood, or tap on wall!)

The second experience was on the morning my mother passed away. Because my daughter's room is in the corner of the house and the most quiet, I had taken my phone in there and was telling a close friend about what had happened. I was sitting on the bed with that damned door inches from my face. All the sudden, it closed and latched itself. There was some force behind it, and there was no fan running at the time. I got off the phone and went into the computer room where Mike was. I started to say, "You know that door? I was talking to ***** and right in front of my face it-" *SLAM!* The door closed again while I was trying to tell him, and this time it closed hard enough for all of us to not only hear it in the other room, but feel it as well. I balked and said, "It just did it again!"

Because of my emotional state that day, and the chaos of life around me, (we were getting ready to go down to Iowa to be with family) the experience stuck in my mind, but I put it on the back burner for the time being. I told my sis-in-law about it and she said that it was Ma, looking for my daughter. I still tear up when I think of her saying that. I hope it was…

The third experience had to do with my mother's wedding ring and finding it in a peculiar place, but I've written a book, and if you're still reading, thanks for taking interest. /smile.png' class='bbc_emoticon' alt=':P' />

Again, interesting experiences but NOTHING like what we went through in Missouri…thank goodness…

Very interesting SG…

Have you ever thought about maybe you being a magnet?????? /biggrin.png' class='bbc_emoticon' alt=':P' />

Ugh, don't remind me. Chad said the exact same thing in Villisca. So did my husband, as all the stuff that happened in Missouri started when I moved in with him. I thought maybe the house was just upset because we were living in sin… LOL

Hey, maybe I can cash in on this. I can \/\/hore (had to get past the filters! Mwaha!) myself out as a paranormal "lightning rod" on investigations. I'll just keep to myself, crying and shaking in the corner.