It happened when I was a little kid of about seven. At the time we lived in a white house by a cemetery. The house was haunted so much that my family would wake up in middle of the night and see spirits.

One night my older brother saw an entire ghost family. But that was just one of many events. This event is even creepier than the ghost family.

I was out in the yard playing with my older brother and the pretend friend I had. I kept bouncing my ball to my pretend friend. Like all little kids do I imagined the ball would come back to me.

When I look back on it now I wonder what caused the ball to bounce back. Bounce! Against the dirt it went. Bounce! Over to my older brother then...bounce! Back to me even though my brother hadn't bounced it back at all.

Other strange events followed this one occurrence. When we moved houses I ran into something in middle of the night when nobody else was in my bedroom. I turned on my bedroom light and saw some sort of strange orb.

I guess some of the friends we have in our imagination aren't pretend at all. To this day I think that ball bouncing back to me was done because my pretend friend during childhood was actually a ghost.