It was early, on a Sunday evening. Daughter Rachel was in the basement lying on the floor and talking to her friends on the telephone. Kathy and I were watching TV in the living room.

Suddenly, we heard a terrified scream from the basement. A few seconds later, there was a second scream. Then we heard frantic foot steps on the stairs. Moments later, Rachel appeared with tears streaming down her cheeks and lower lip quivering.

When we asked what was wrong, she said that she was lying on the floor talking to her friends when the cushions on the sofa started to lift themselves up. She screamed, dropped the phone and headed for the stairs.

As she was making her way out of the basement, her puppet stood up by itself and started dancing. She screamed again and headed on up the stairs.

After she calmed down, we went back down to the basement and inspected the site. The puppet was lying on a storage chest. The phone was still lying on the floor, right where she left it. And, the cushions on the sofa were back in place.

I hung up the phone and it immediately rang. It was Rachel’s friend that she had been talking to prior to the screams. The friend was calling back to see what the screams were all about.