back in the days...
we recently moved into a new house and one day after school, i went upstairs to change my clothes. as i was looking in the mirror, i notice that the reflection of the room was moving/shaking. i turned around around and everything looked fine.
as i needed to finish tying my hair, i turned around to look into the mirror and saw the same thing. i, then, screamed at the top of my lungs for my mommy. she came upstairs followed by my other siblings and asked me was was wrong. i pointed to the mirror and said, 'look, the room is moving.' my mommy pulled me closer and said, 'don't worry, if you haven't done anything to a ghost, it won't harm you.'
we all went downstairs, sat on the couch, and turned the tv on. my mommy went to the kitchen and made us dinner and we all pretended as if nothing happened. at least we tried to.
anyway, a couple days later, we went to my cousin's house (they lived two blocks away) and i told them about what happened. they were asking me all sorts of questions and then my uncle poked his head into the room and asked: DID IT HAPPEN WHILE THE TRAIN WAS COMING?
we lived two blocks away from the train tracks, and what...it was a new house... and i was eight!!!