From Bobby: It all started when my family moved to Rutledge Georgia from Alaska in 1993. We puchased a small ranch style house just outside of town and since it was cheaper to sell all our furniture and buy new stuff when we moved than to ship it thats just what we did. My mother and grandmother went to an estate sale to see if they could find any antiques. They came home with a leather couch and mom decided it would go in my brother's and my bedroom so we would have a place to sit and play our video games. The couch was in great condition, except for a hole about the size of a quarter in one of the cushions so my brother and I happily put it in our room. After the couch was there about a week I started noticing a shadow in the room that started right above the couch and then slowly circled the room close to the ceiling. The shadow was a small oval about 3 feet tall and about a foot wide. The really wierd thing is that this shadow was suspended in mid air, not on a wall or surface. It's three dimensional and you can see it even when the room is pitch black, sort of a darker spot in the blackness. Anyway one day a week later my brother pulled me aside and asked me if I noticed anything "wierd going on in the bedroom at night." "Like what", I asked. "A cloud," he explained. He said he watched it every night and it always did the exact same thing as I had seen it do. We decided to keep it between us. About a month later my sister had a friend from Alaska visiting us and she had found a summer fling in one of my brother's friends. We left them out in the driveway to be alone. My sister, brother and I were in the living room watching TV when we heard a bang like the side of a fist on the wall that adjoins my brother's and my bedroom to the livingroom. My sister jumped up and asked, "did you hear that?" My brother and I figured it was our friends in there playing a joke on us but then we realized there was no way they could have gotten to the room without having to walk by us. My Brother and I slowly approached the wall as the banging continued. We got to the wall and both pressed our ear to it (for what reason I have no idea). Just as both our ears got to the wall a large WHACK thundered through the wall, knocking off a picture that hung on it. My mother came running in from her bedroom demanding to know what in the world we were doing. We told the story to mom and she gave us the "Oh yeah, right you guys" look and said "keep it down in here." After mom had walked back to her bedroom my sister's friend walked in and asked my brother and me what we were doing in the bedroom. We asked what she meant and she said that a bright light came from the bedroom window while she was outside. We asked her how long ago the light ended and how long it lasted. The times she stated were approximately the same amout of time the banging started and ended. None of us slept that night. The next morning mom again fussed at us for the noise the night before and again we reiterated the story, adding my sister's friend's part to it. My dad laughed at us and told us we were all crazy. Everything was quiet for about three days after that until one morning my dad pulled us kids aside and asked us about "our ghost," even though none of us had called it a ghost yet. He had us describe what it did and such then said he was sorry for making fun of us. When we asked why he told us he was awakend by banging on the wall that adjoined our bedroom and his, although we heard nothing. Since then the occurances have roller coastered up and down in frequency and have ranged from the shadow being seen by 12 of my friends (none of which come over any more) to my dad being poked in the side hard enough to leave a bruise, to my mom having her rear pinched while in the shower and berating my dad for it when he was not even in the house at the time. (She said she couldn't see anything from the shampoo in her eyes a figured he had snuck up behind her, pinched her and ran away). But we do think we found the source of the occurances. Remember the quater sized hole in the cusion? You guessed it - it's a BULLET HOLE! We later found out the couch came from the estate of a man whose wife was terminally ill so one night he shot her in her sleep to ease her suffering, then walked into the livingroom and shot, himself falling over the side of the couch as he died.