When I was 15 years old, my cousin and I were at my house by ourselves playing some one on one basketball. We had just finished a game and came back
into the house to grab a couple fo Coca-Cola's from the fridge and sat down at the dinner table to drink them.
So, nothing out of the ordinary until we had finished our drinks. We sat there for a moment, enjoying the air conditioning before heading back out,
when we saw a rather strange sight.
My empty soda can began to move, slowly, deliberatly... writing my name in cursive in what seemed to be my EXACT handwriting. I backed away from the
table and held my hands up to show my cousin I wasn't doing anything, and he did the same. The can continued to write.
Needless to say, both my cousin and I bolted out the garage door and stayed outside of the house until my Mother came home from work about 2 hours
later.
We told her about it, and she listened and believed us (she has her own ghost stories), but after that we never saw anything remotely odd or
paranormal at that house. It never gave either my Mother or myself a bad vibe, so I'm still not sure exactly what caused the incident.










