Early Sunday afternoon and for once I had the TV turned on. As I started to nod off sitting up there was a bump upstairs. My attention was focused on the sound but my eyes were still closed. What ever was on PBS started putting me back into a sleepy haze. Once again I heard the same bump. It sounded like it was in the hall by the bathroom and staircase. As I sat up I thought to myself, “What are they doing now?”. They, meaning the spirits that follow me. I talk to them like they’re my pets. Finding the remote I had sat on I flipped the channel over to the old western channel. Then, in the bathroom, something solid hit the vynal floor and rolled to a stop. Like an angry old guy with kids on his lawn I head up the stairs. Almost to the top as clear as day a female voice said “ ziney neech goot jets”. Turning on the bathroom light I replied “Speak English !!!”. On the floor in front of the cabinet is a pearl. I don’t have pearls or know why it would be in the bathroom. Looking at it closer it looks like an onion shape. Like a cord had entered but never came out. It seems to be a pearl, or pearl shaped and opaque. It’s a strange little white object, that’s my best description.