Halloween night the crew from Ghostumentry, Brenda, our son Kody and I are going on a real life "Ghost Hunt," OK, paranormal  investigation. 

We will be invading "Owyhee Lanes" in Homedale and be broadcasting everything on Periscope, starting about 10pm.

But before we get there, I have some real ghost stories from our lives.

For some reason, Brenda and I've been able to experience some fun/unexplained experiences together, and nobody tripped, sprained their ankle, got hacked up by some sort of blade, got eaten by a monster, bit by a vampire or turned into a zombie by a zombie.

This story is about my sister, Roxanne, we called her Rocky.  When my mom was fighting colon cancer, Rocky decided to take time off from work and spend time with our mom.  She wasn't sure how much time Mom had left, but the two of them were really close and Rocky didn't want to look back and say, "I wish I would have."

During a visit, we all got to talking about if there were ghosts and an adventure on the other side.  We all agreed whoever went first would give a sign to those of us who were left here. Funny thing, fate, because as fate would have it, Rocky would end up going first.  She was killed in a horrific car accident on the way to meet my folks for dinner. All that time Rocky thought she was the one who would have memories of time spent with Mom and it would end up being Mom having memories of Rocky.

A couple of weeks after Rocky's funeral, Brenda and I were just arriving home.  The house was quiet since the kids were all at school and the dogs were in the back yard.  There was nothing to make the event I'm about to share happen, except something unexplained.

We lived in a house in the Hickories, about a half mile north of Five Mile and McMillan. It was a two story home in a cul-de-sac, so there was no traffic. It was also a quiet day and we didn't have any windows open.

As we went upstairs to the loft, someone started talking through the computer speakers.  The computer wasn't on.  Just to make sure, Brenda unplugged the computer and it continued.  It was hard to tell just what was being said, especially since it caught us so much by surprise.

So Brenda said, "Rocky, is that you?"  At that moment, the sound from the computer speakers stopped and the bankers style lamp on the computer desk started for lack of better phrase, clanging.  It was like something was hitting it with a screwdriver, tapping out Morse Code.  It went on for a couple of minutes, then just stopped and it never happened again.

Since neither of us know Morse Code or any other tapping code, we have no idea what was being said.  I'm sure the house wasn't haunted, aside from the special needs kid who lived next door that would sneak out in the middle of the night to bounce on the trampoline, so there was no explanation, except something paranormal. I'm pretty sure it was Rocky saying she was on the other side, getting everything ready for Mom and Grandma Hahn.  We ended up losing both of them within the next two years.

Tomorrow, "The Haunted Mansion."