I had been living in Flora, Mississippi for a few months and it was my thirteenth birthday party. Before this I had noticed unusual things but blew them off because my mother was one of those unusual mothers that loved scary movies and loved to do seances with my friends. She performed them whenever she could. It was fun for a while until I started going crazy or what I considered at the time to be crazy. When we moved into our house in Flora I noticed that things were not in the place that I put them and after a while I could hear someone running in my room. It sounded like someone running across a hardwood floor, but I had carpet. Sometimes my bed would shake as though something ran into it. My mother sometimes, would hide under my bed during a sleep over and shake the bed and we would all scream in terror. Of course I knew it was my mother. So every time I heard the running and my bed shaking I knew it was my mother trying to scare me even though sometimes she would do it when no one was sleeping over. I can't say for sure because I didn't always check. But, on my thirteenth birthday I had a few new friends over. We locked my bedroom door and started playing truth or dare. We all did truth because we were scared of what the dare would be. After midnight we all became tired. I'm not sure how but we all fit in my full size bed. I can't remember who was the first to fall asleep or the last to fall asleep but I do remember being awoken by the sound of someone running across my bedroom and then running into my bed causing it to shake vigorously. Everyone screamed. I was laughing because I knew my mother had gotten into my room and under my bed to scare us. I climbed out of bed and looked under my bed expecting to see my mother but no one was there. Two of the girls called their mother's to pick them up which left only two girls and me. After my two friends left the three of us went back to bed and then it happened again. This time one of my friends stayed awake and witnessed the whole thing. She didn't see anything but she said no one came through my bedroom door. It sounded like someone running across a hardwood floor and then it ran into my bed. That friend went home but the other one stayed. The one that stayed said she was used to ghosts. Since then I have had things happen that may be told in another story if I'm not scared of my own writing. By the way anyone reading this should not publish this in a book without asking permission from me. This is my experience as are the rest. This is only one instance among many. I have been approached by many asking if I am a medium. And, no I am not a medium. I see what everyone else sees if you only look and pay attention