Have you ever had something happen to you that you can't explain? I'll begin this tread. One year to celebrate Secretary's Day, all members of our office staff went to our "haunted house" restaurant, by the women's request, for lunch. We have a restaurant in our town that has a reputation of being haunted, some think by children. As we ate our lunch, we discussed the local talk about this restaurant, and I took the tack that the rumor probably wasn't true, but it surely was a good advertising ploy because it drew people to the restaurant out of curiosity . The day we went to this restaurant was a cold, rainy day toward the end of April, with wind blowing the rain and making umbrellas necessary. I had driven to the restaurant separately because I wanted to stop at the courthouse downtown and pay the May installment of my property taxes before going on to the restaurant. I always keep all the doors in my car locked, and when it rains, definitely all the windows are rolled up. After the lunch, I went to my car to return to the office. As I started the car up and started to drive toward the exit, I heard a rattling on the passenger's side of the car. I looked over and the door on the passenger's side was slightly ajar, hadn't completely opened yet, and the window had been rolled all the way down, and rain had started splattering on the leather upholstery. The only explanation I can come up with is that those kid ghosts had the last laugh on me after all.