I tried to remain calm, but firm. I explained how this was my home — not theirs any longer. I wanted to lay down some ground rules. I’ve lived with ghosts before, so this wasn’t new to me. I’m not sure exactly what I said, but all hell broke loose — I have this old music box that you have to wind up to play. It belonged to my great aunt. It has one volume LOUD. That thing started playing!! The cupboard doors in the kitchen started banging, kitchen drawers were opening and the contents spilling out on the floor. Books were flying off the book case. When my grandmother’s porcelain teapot raised in the air, I totally lost it and started yelling. I remember demanding they put that down, put everything back where it belonged and to stop this foolishness.