One morning when I was little (things in the house was pretty crazy at this time) my sisters and I were all asleep and my mom was in the kitchen doing dishes as she often was early Saturday morning. My sister Lara played alot of sports so there were often soccer, basket, and volley balls laying around the house. While my mom was washing the dishes she noticed Lara's soccer ball move on its own. She got angry and started yelling at what ever it was that moved the ball saying "i'm so sick of you scaring my kids" and as she's yelling the ball starts moving as if somebody were dribbling it between their feet, then she says "I've had it! You have to go!" and the ball is kicked so hard (by nothing that she can see) it flies down the hallway hits the end closet and rolls back into the foyer. She was so scared and angry at this point she called our bishop to come give our house a blessing. He did, when he got there he made a coment on how dark our house felt and how "evil it felt". He performed a blessing and our house was quite for a while, but it never stayed that way for more than a few months....
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creepy!
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