An Imp­ish Ghost

Reader's Digest International - - Drama In Real Life - Red­ con­trib­u­tor ABBYS_ALIBI

MY NEIGH­BOR DIANE and I had a play­ful pol­ter­geist for years, and we called it Billy. I’d come home and find some­thing put in a weird place: milk in a cup­board, toi­let pa­per in the fridge, laun­dry de­ter­gent in the bath­tub. Diane once called to ask if Billy had been around, be­cause she couldn’t find a gal­lon of milk. We fi­nally found it out­side on her back steps. And sugar ... darn sugar! Ev­ery morn­ing, my sugar bowl was empty.

When I had enough, I’d point to Diane’s home and yell “Go see Diane!” Within five min­utes, I’d get a call from her, and she’d say “Thanks a lot,” be­cause he’d gone and pulled shenani­gans at her place. This oc­curred for the en­tire two years we lived there. No one be­lieved us— not even our hus­bands. My mother thought some­one was steal­ing from us when we were sleep­ing or out of the house. My sis­ter be­lieved some­thing was go­ing on but didn’t know what. I still can’t ex­plain any of it.

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