When I was 15 I was dating a girl whose boyfriend had died a few months earlier. Poor kid dropped dead of an aneurysm in gym class. Anyhow, she used to talk to him from time to time, which was a little odd, but didn't bother me terribly. One afternoon her parents went out and we were fooling around on the couch and the television started turning on and off repeatedly. The remote was on top of the TV - nowhere near where we were rolling around. She yelled at him to stop. Not sure it was his ghost, but it was frickin weird.
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