Come On

I just put Brenna to bed. I have the baby monitor in my office just in case she cries as I am in the basement and she is on the second level. Celtic lullabies are playing softly and I hear Brenna rolling around. Then, clear as day, I hear, "Come on," said in a fun, light voice.

No, I did not imagine it. No, there was no static or interference on the monitor.
We have a singing ducky in Brenna's bathroom. It's one of those stuffed ones that you pull a cord to make it play. Except we don't have to pull the cord. It plays.

Yes, I've replaced the batteries. It plays alone. Yes, I've removed the batteries. It still plays.

Jarod & Amanda stayed the other night. Amanda was awaken by something knocking on the bedroom door. She looked at the clock; saw the time was 4:51. She looked again and realized that Jarod had covered the clock- she couldn't see it. She grabbed her cell phone, checked the time: 4:51. Toby growled. Amanda covered her head & went back to sleep.

Our little ghostie is certainly making her presence known lately. At least she seems friendly.