You may not believe this, but I swear it's true. My grandmother on my father's side traced and recorded our genealogy, and discovered we were descendants of Mary, Queen of Scots. Therefore, you can imagine my surprise when I read the above mentioned account. When my father was very young, (I think somewhere around the ages of 3 to 5 years old), my father and his parents lived in a small house on the east side of Huntsville, AL. Both he and his mother (my grandmother) have related tales to me (and everyone else in the family) of the goings-on while they resided there. My grandmother would go outside to hang up laundry, and the spirit (or whatever it was) would lock her out of the house, forcing her to start wearing a chain around her neck when she stepped out of doors, even for a second. As my father was very small, there was no way he could have done this; his only sibling (at that time) was his younger sister, who is 2 1/2 years younger than he is. Also, the spirit was great for turning up the flame under the gas burner that my grandma cooked on, thereby causing many "accidental" kitchen fires -- too many too count. After a while of this, my grandma convinced my grandfather to buy an electric stove/oven. The last straw was one night, as everyone in the house was asleep, my grandparents awoke to a God-awful crash. They ran into my father's room, and the bureau (across the room from my dad's crib and being solid oak) had crashed over and onto my dad's crib. Luckily, it didn't hurt my dad, but my grandpa went nuts. He ran around the entire house, screaming obscenities, the gist of most of what he was saying was, "Stop hiding and come out and get me" and "Get the Hell out of my house!" I feel at this point I should point out that the bureau weighs in excess of 300 pounds, and is not warped on the bottom whatsoever. The floor was also smooth and solid; it was IMPOSSIBLE for it to have fallen over on it's own, as it was up against the wall opposite the crib. Well, when my grandpa finished yelling and hollering, he pretty much calmed down and everybody went back to sleep. They awoke less than two hours later to crashing, banging, and the sound of glass breaking coming from the kitchen. My grandma ran in, and bottles were flying all over the place. (This was in the 1950's when you could buy soda by the crate and it came in glass bottles, which could be stacked into the same crate and returned for money.) An unseen force was throwing them all around the kitchen. My grandma didn't wait for anything else to happen. She and my grandpa got my dad and his little baby sister out of the house that very night, and never went back in. They sent some family members to gather their belongings, moved to a different house in a city next to Huntsville, and no other supernatural phenomena occurred. They never said hearing anything like voices or cold spots, i.e., none of the 'traditional' signs of a haunting. Yet they remain convinced that the house was haunted, and I believe them. The last time I went back to Huntsville, I drove past the house they used to reside in. It looks like any other brick house in the neighborhood, but when I saw it, it scared me to death. I couldn't even get out of my car to go take a look around. As for myself, personally, I have never had any contact with anything like that, but I believe that there are such things that people have experienced from time to time, and the best thing to do is just to leave the area that's haunted. My dad's side of the family despises liars, and they have no reason to make this up. Besides, the have the verification of several people who came over to see them while they lived there, and they can attest to the fact that they had strange experiences there, too. If anybody else in Alabama hears of the 'Ghost on the East Side', more than likely, it came from their old house. Thanks for listening...I never thought I would ever tell anybody else about this, but when I found your site, I had to write in..not just for my ancestor (who is supposed to haunt the tower...my grandma found that out too), but for my dad as well.