A haunting on Lee Street

I'm an educated woman who thinks, for the most part, rationally. At the same time, I've always believed in a higher being, in the power of spirituality, and in the thought that our ancestors surround us.

I was raised by strict Mexican Catholics drowning in superstitions. I admit to still hanging on to some -- sometimes they're hard to shake.

So I moved into my casita here on Lee Street a few weeks ago. After about a week I started hearing what sounded like knocking within the place, then doors would slam shut or open. And today I had the stereo off -- I know I turned off the power strip, and the cats can't get at it. I came into the living room today, got on my computer and the stereo came on with that Charlie Parker CD I'd been listening to.

When I was growing up I could "feel" things. By that, I mean I knew when something was about to happen. And I've always been sensitive to what I call a person's "presence."

There's a presence in this old place, and it's not negative. But I can feel it moving around the house.

I'm not a nut-job, but throw in a few superstitions: I'm up all night.