Brooklyn is switching her bedroom with another room in the house.
The other night, Sarilyn, Brooklyn and I were in the living room watching TV. In the course of a conversation, I was being silly and in a whiny voice, I said, “Why do we have to have so many ghosts?”
Not one minute later, the fan that had been sitting in the windowsill came crashing down, hitting the fan on the floor, knocking them both to the ground.
We sat there surprised, and within another minute, we heard a crash from Brooklyn’s room, where her fan had come crashing to the floor in her room.
Nothing else happened until night fall.
At approximately midnight, Brooklyn was finishing up a show and getting ready for bed, while turning off the lights in the living room, she heard a loud crash come from her room. She went down the hall to find a big, heavy jar of pennies, which had been sitting on her bookshelf, had come crashing to the ground a few feet into the middle of the room.
That was just the last straw in a string of experiences that made her decide to switch rooms.