First of all, let me say that I didn't see a ghost at this particular time; but please read my
story, as it is fact. I'm not sure how old I was at the time, around 11 to 13 years old. I am
now 24 and am Australian. One night I was home with my mum. She was in the lounge
watching TV, and I was in the kitchen washing the dishes. Anyway, in our kitchen we had
hooks hanging from a shelf to hang cups on. I placed the cups on the hooks and returned
to cleaning the water from around the sink. And then, there was an exploding noise,
which made me jump...one of the cups exploded. It was so intense that pieces flew right
into the dining room. At this point, my mum ran into the kitchen to see if I was OK, as she
heard it. And she asked what happened? I said, "It just exploded (half of the cup was still
on the hook, by the handle, as only half of it exploded. I am the logical type, that thinks
there's an explanation for everything - boy am I wrong)." I went with mum into the laundry
to get the broom and dustpan; and we came back into the kitchen. I looked at the bench
and the handle of the cup was laying on the it. So, I turned to mum and said, "Didn't we
leave it on the hook still?" She replied, "I cant remember...but I'm sure it was still on the
hook." Mum said, "OK, lets see." She got the handle and placed it back on the hook and
made sure it was steady, and she said, "We will come back in five minutes." So, we went
into the lounge and then later made our way back to the kitchen. I looked in from the door
first, and saw the handle back on the bench - in the same place. At that point, I started
screaming, and mum looked and saw it there also. At this point, I couldn't stop
screaming and shaking. Mum laid me down on the couch in the lounge, and I was crying
until my dad came home. After that, I couldn't go to sleep without the lights on for two
weeks...and the scariest thing is, about one month before that event happened, a friend of
the family was leaving our place on his bike. He was crossing the road at night and was
hit by two cars, and died right in front of our house - on the road. I was just a kid; and we
ran out because we heard the bang, and I saw him laying there - deceased. It's amazing
how both the bang from the cup, and our friend getting hit by a car, sounded so alike.
Could tell you a few other strange things that have happened, but it's 1:37 AM here. and
I'm scaring myself too much. For those of you who don't believe, or haven't experienced
anything, I truly envy you. Consider yourself one of the lucky ones...
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