Haunted Apartment?

I almost forgot to tell you all that I possibly stayed in a haunted apartment in Barcelona. Or maybe just a haunted room. Anyway, the first night I noticed that the overhead light would flicker on occasionally. Just a sort of soft glow. I attributed it to the crazy weather outside (strange magnetic fields?? I have no idea). Anyway, thinking this way made me feel better about the maybe ghost in my room. The next night, there was no crazy weather and the light still glowed occasionally. Surprisingly, I was fine with it. Usually the thought of ghosts scares the bejeezus out of me, but I was ok.

When I was in ninth grade, my parents were out of town for the weekend and my brother was living in Germany. I was home alone and went over to my best friend's to watch the ghost scene in Three Men and a Baby. I returned home after having seen the ghost. At some point I realized that there was no way I was going to be getting any sleep in my big empty house, so I rode my bike over to my friend's. She probably thought I was overreacting a little, but let me sleep on her floor. That wasn't good enough because I still kept imagining/dreaming that that little ghost boy was going to get me. So I got into her bed with her, but even that wasn't good enough. I had nightmares until she let me sleep between her and the wall. Finally I was safe now that I had my Lindsay protective shield. (Thanks, Lindsay!)

So, I'm pretty proud of myself for being able to mind over matter myself into staying in that room all that time.