Just so people know, this is the only freaky thing thats happened to me before, but before you start thinking oh, it was a dream, yeah, so freaky, yeah right. please remember that things relating to it happened lots of times.
Anyway, here we go.
My best friend Liz (this is not her real name, but I don't really think she'd like me putting her real name down) had a thing at one point that her house was being haunted. She would always talk to me about it, and sometimes I got a little scared, but it didn't put me off watching and reading scary stories, things which I love.
Just a bit after a time at my house she was telling me about it, something happened. I was lying in bed, not wanting to get up, (lazy sundays) and staring at my make-up desk. There was a long line of nail varnishes at the side of my desk. As I looked, the nail varnishes, looking like they were being pushed along, started to move along the desk to the edge. As soon as they were all off the desk, I jumped out of bed (lazy sunday RUINED) and cleared up quickly then ran downstairs. That was the first incident.
The last incident happened on a famous day, which you'll know later.
Me and liz were talking, and she happened to start talking about her supposed ghost in her house. I got freaked out by being reminded of my own experiences, and told her. As soon as I said I'm being haunted a rack fell off my shelf. The thing was that all the books inside stayed exactly where they were. Me and liz, really scared, ran downstairs. And guess what was on the TV?? Only reporters announcing terrorist attacks. It was, infact, September 11 2001.