Many years ago, when I was little I went on holidays to my aunt's house in countryside. When everyone went to bed, I went to the library, which was located on the floor. I looked through various books, but I did not find any really interesting. I had already come out, when one of the books fell, banging loudly on the ground. I scared and jumped when I saw the title of the book which was "The paranormal". I started to read it and it was very interesting. When I was about half the book I did a sleepy, but I wanted to read it to the end. I fell asleep over it, about two o'clock in the morning woke me up rattle of pans in the kitchen, it sounded as someone flipped them to find something. When I went there I saw the spirit! He was hardly visible and looked nervous. The first thing that surprised me was that not penetrated by objects and was able to walk, this proved that the book does not lie. He came up to me and lightly touched, I swept. In the morning I woke up in my bed and I never told anyone my scary story.