Good to know I'm not the only one with such an experience. One of the things that alway's puzzled me was the fact that BB's kept making on appearance after another. My sister was vacuuming her closet when the phone rang. A few minutes later, when she went back to her room, she found her closet buried a half in deep in BB's. At least three or four times a week, my parents would come home and find BB's all over the tile den floor. I never understood the fascination the ghost had with BB's.
Another story told to me after I moved out was once, around two in the morning, my mother awoke to the sounds of her dog Maxwell whimpering beneath her bed. When she looked under the bed, the dog was hog tied like a calf at a rodeo, one leg to the next, and then all four. Although the ghost never hurt anyone, she was very loud and for my mother entertaining. She would spin barstools while you were sitting there in the kitchen. She loved opening the cabinets, and closing them. My exwife and I were visiting from out of state, and my ex was a non believer, so we stayed up late watching a movie on TV. When the cabinets started opening and closing she was a terrified believer.