My house seems to hold a benevolent entity that seems more mischievous than threatening. The incidents I'm about to share happened over a period of time from 1999 to 2009.

When I was younger, my parents got me a cell phone only to use in a state of emergency, but of course I used it to contact my friends. One day I found myself home alone and went to find my cell phone to chat it up with my bestie.


I distinctly remember putting it on the counter... but it wasn't there.

I searched the entire house in vain. I dumped out every content of my purse, threw all the cushions off the couch, retraced all my steps, but I simply couldn't find it. I raced to our home phone in a panic, thinking I would call my number and listen for the ringtone to echo through the house.

This is when something strange happened: As I was listening to the ringing and keeping a keen ear out for the ringtone of my phone lost somewhere in the house, a male voice answered. Startled, I asked who it was.

"Who are you?" was his reply. I quickly hung up, not sure why I exactly did so. That's when I glanced over and saw my cell phone on the kitchen counter! It most certainly wasn't there a second ago. At a loss, I grabbed it up and scanned through my missed calls. There it was -- my house number on the missed call list, plain as day. I checked the sound and it definitely was on, so why didn't I hear it ring?

Then I noticed something else bizarre: beside the house number on the missed call list, it stated the call came from Oregon!

I live in Pennsylvania! How on earth could that be possible?

Confused and a bit frightened, I later told my parents what happened and even showed them the Oregon call as proof. My father laughed it off, but my mother gave me a concerned look. She eventually pulled me aside and explained a strange story of her own:

One morning while she was taking a shower and my brother and I were at school and my father at work, she heard frantic knocking on the bedroom door. She turned off the water and heard my voice screaming, "Julie! Julie!" (which is her name). Confused as to why I was suddenly home and why on earth I would be calling her by her first name, she angrily opened the door and looked out into an empty hallway. Nobody was there. Grabbing her bathrobe, she checked the entire house, but it was void of anyone else besides her. Unnerved, she went about her day and decided not to mention it to anyone until now.

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