All through college, I lived in a house just off campus that was built in the late 40's/ early 50's. I always got a slightly "off" vibe from the house, but didn't really think too much about it because nothing ever happened. That is, until my boyfriend moved in with me.

It started off innocuously enough; doors inexplicably being locked or unlocked, small objects being moved from where they were left, etc etc. You know, the type of things that can easily be explained away by forgetfulness or just not paying attention.

My boyfriend reads a lot of music magazines, and he was going through his stack of magazines one day looking for a particular one. When he found it, he stacked the others on the bed and went into another room to read. A few minutes later, he goes back into the bedroom and the magazines are laid out in neat, straight, grid lines across the bed. Definitely not in a fashion that could have happened on its own. He was a little spooked, of course.

A day or so later I get out of the shower and walk across the house to the laundry room to grab some clothes. As I'm walking back, I go through the living room and out of the corner of my eye I swear I saw a college aged guy, wearing a white shirt and bellbottom style jeans with shaggy blonde hair and dark glasses sitting on my couch. I stop, do a double take, and he's gone. I tell the boyfriend about it, we're both a little freaked out, but I laugh it off because still, nothing bad has happened. I jokingly name our "ghost" Jed and anytime things went missing or were moved, we'd say "Oh, Jed did it."

The more things happened, we started to notice that none of my things were ever messed with, only my boyfriends. The only time I ever felt a strange "presence" at all was that one time when I saw someone on the couch, and every now and then when I'd be in the shower, I'd feel like there was someone else in the room with me. We joked that Jed had a crush on me and he was trying to scare my boyfriend away.

One night, we're making dinner and the boyfriend's grilling tools weren't where they'd been left in the kitchen. So he grabs me, gives me a big hug and kiss and says, to no one in particular, "You see that, Jed? She's mine and nothing you do is going to scare me away." We laugh, everything's fine, until we hear this huge crash from the living room, right around the corner from where we're standing. We go into the next room and the glass door on our entertainment center has shattered into a million tiny pieces and there is glass all over the room. As far away as 10-12 feet. There was absolutely nothing around that could have hit it or fallen on it to make it break, let alone shatter with that much force.

The house went quiet after that.