I know this might be a dead-end issue, since I've forgotten all about it until I read a story about paranormal activity in their home, and while she searches for a logical answer, I seek input. While the story more or less revolves around my friend, it does so to my home as well.

Imagine a 7th grade birthday party, with all my friends in tow, I had a pretty good time. Most of them had left as it was nearing 11'o clock (oh the forgotten bedtime) so it was just my friends Madison and Isabella (they're names are real, no privacy issues here) chilling in my bedroom. I'm meandering on the web, not really giving much thought to everyone as they were 'doing their own thing'. At one point, Madison refers to the hallway outside my room, (door was open btw) and states that she saw ghosts, flying apparitions. I, being skeptical of ghosts sort of shrug it off, hoping dearly that she was joking. Soon she keep speaking, still talking of ghosts and one of them (I may not be entirely clear on the name) was named Sonya or something with an S. She keeps talking about these kids (apparently they were Mexican) and how the father was doing something [undisclosed] and yadda yadda.

I ignore pretty much everything's she's said now, until she says "she's on the bed." I widen my eyes and look towards the bed, to where Isabella was sitting. Madison asks "is the bed vibrating?" Isabella says "yeah...kind of." I stare at her bewildered asking non-verbally, "are you serious?" She nods. I swallow and shut off the computer. I sit and watch, and Madison then says, "can you please close the door?" I do as instructed, apparently now she's afraid of the things. Anyway, later in the night she apparently gets Amnesia for all I know and asks the usual questions, who am I, where am I, and who are you? I assumed she was joking and tell her I was the Prime Minister of Russia, my friend knocks me on the elbow telling me to stop lying, I shrug off her warning and continue to tell her that I, indeed was the Prime Minister, she stares blankly at me. Now things were kind of getting crazy, so I backed off. She then just falls asleep. Without warning she falls asleep. I look towards Isabella's way, and we both get the hint to finally get to bed.


The next morning was normal, she knew who she was and we asked her about it, she had no recollection of what happened the night before. We never spoke of it again, like ever.

A year later Madison moves to a new school district.