There have been several instances where ghostly visitors have decided to make their way into the bedroom.
One night my wife awoke in the middle of the night and opened her eyes to find a black mass of some kind right in front of her face, as if someone was bending down and taking a very close look at her. She jumped and it disappeared.
Another time, soon after we hopped into bed I had just settled into a comfortable position when I felt the edge of the bed beside me move. It felt like someone had just sat down on the edge of the bed. I jumped up, rather startled, but nobody was there. I had trouble sleeping that night.
Then, strangely enough, there was a period of time where I was being awakened almost nightly by the sound of a tapping on the bookshelf next to my side of the bed. This kept happening and soon the tapping was replaced by a scooting sound. something was scooting across the bookshelf.
So one morning after I got up, I decided to scoot everything on the bookshelf, one by one, to try to recreate the sound and figure out what was making the nightly scooting noise.
I eliminated the alarm clock, books, tissue box and almost everything else on the bookshelves. But, there was one thing that ended up perfectly recreating the sound I had been hearing.
It was a framed picture from the memorial service for my brother Tim who had died suddenly.