My aunt died a few years ago of cancer, I believe at her house. Leaving behind her two teen kids and a few more that was already grown. My cousins. Well, two months ago, my grandfather died, and on the way to the burial, my mom told us what my cousin, Shavaughn, told her.

My aunt was never one to let people push her or others around. Well, a couple moved into her house, and the man was really abusive to his pregnant wife. As they were in the kitchen, he was leaning over to get something when a cabinent drawer flew out and smacked him right in the face!

Upon hearing this, I was filled with delight. Knowing that there really were ghosts, and my aunt was one. Since then, there have been other occurences like that. My aunt lived in florida.