A framed photo of my nephew just sort of slid down and knocked a wineglass off of my bar.

I am pretty sure my house isn't home to anyone besides What's-His-Name [asleep], WeePiglet [asleep], Main Dog [asleep in the bed with WHN], Emergency Backup Dog [also in the bed with WHN] and Auxiliary Cat [in his room], and myself, and I was NOWHERE NEAR the bar where said photo lives.

CREEPY.

But I'm certain there are no other presences in this house, and I would know: I grew up in a more-or-less haunted house. We had a younger 17th-century dude named Willis, his ladyfriend, their dog, at least one benevolent poltergeist, and a groundskeeper type who looked like Uncle Jesse from The Dukes of Hazzard. I mean, I didn't believe in ghosts at all UNTIL I FUCKING SAW THEM. My parents' house is full of them. I don't get that sense here.

But... maybe? Has anyone else seen ghosts/spirits with their own two eyes?