When i would sleep in that bed, it would be every time i sleep there. In the morning the ghost of my cat clem,. exactly his weight, exactly how he moved. He'd jump up on the bed and curl up into a ball before going to sleep. It was like a regular occurrence. And clem did die somewhat trematically in that bedir... Ye, ok. We're back. No ghosts. You. Pete and i chewed minty gum, but i still feel kind of blocked up. I'm sorry. Ah, no, good. Anything you cant explain that's happened in your life. If it's just me, i'll do it for one