Probably a dozen years ago or so our oldest daughter had been staying with us to get back on her feet after a rough patch. She was finally able to get back to where she could afford to rent a place of her own. The house she found was an older house in an older part of town. After she got moved in our 2 granddaughters, "her nieces", loved to visit her as much as they could. The youngest, Katie, was about 3 or 4 at the time and every time she would visit she was always pointing and asking, "Who is that man?" There was always no one there. When she was asked about him she would say that he was all ways laughing and smiling at her. Everyone always thought that this was just the imagination of young girl and didn't think much of it until Halloween came around. Like us our daughter always put up decorations for Halloween and Christmas. She had just finished decorating the house and she had called her mom on the phone to tell her that she had finished decorating and to see if the girls wanted to come and see. While she was on the phone with my wife, there was a plack that she had just hung on the wall of a witch riding a broom. Suddenly, it lifted off the nail. It didn't fall or fly off the wall, but slowly floated away from the wall to the middle of the room, and then dropped in the floor. Later when my granddaughter was there, she said, "The laughing man didn't like that plack."
My daughter didn't hang it back up.
D.L.Garvin
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