The earliest ghost incident I can remember was in about 1968 or 1969. I was a youngin’ about two or three years old. We lived on North Street in Indianapolis. My father was a jeweler and had a repair shop in the basement of the house. I remember being down in the basement with dad. He was at the bench working and I was playing. The television was on and I remember very clearly that the Flip Wilson Show was on. Was had a boxer (Dog, not pugilist) named Ella. Ella came down stairs and was whining. Dad thought that she had to go “out,” but she refused. She went to the bottom of the stairs and started growling. I don’t remember what dad’s reaction to that was, but I remember thinking it was strange. Ella was by no means an aggressive dog. After a while we heard footsteps upstairs and dad said that mom was home. He went up to greet her. I did to. Ella did not. I just went to the top of the steps; dad went into the living room. He came back and said it wa! s a false alarm and took me back down stairs.