When my parents came down to Evansville to visit me, a bird flew into the bathroom window while my Mom was in there changing. It was at night. She let out a blood curdling scream. She had no idea what flew in there. So I had to go in there and shew the bird back out.
I still can't remember ever opening that bathroom window. I had air conditioning, but the house was haunted. Very haunted. Perhaps you read about it in the ghost thread.
