my mother and the ghosts

The other time I was talking to my mother and she told me about a paranormal experience she had.

Halloween was approaching and she was working on my brother's costume who wanted to dress up as a herobrine. She left the head of the costume on a table and out of nowhere the head fell off, she thought that maybe it was just a small "earthquake" (we live in Chile so it's not strange) and that she just didn't feel it, she just put the box back in its place. At night, approximately 2 in the morning, the head fell off again. My mother, already tired of the situation and being the Latina that she is, got up from her bed and went to the room where the head was. what did she do? she started talking to the ghost, practically insulting it- my mother is not afraid of anything. The head never fell off again.