One out of four people say they’ve seen a ghost

October 26th, 2007

And I’m one of those ones.

Now, viagra canada check I’m not saying I believe in ghosts.

I’m just saying I saw one.

I was a junior in college and shacking up with a cutie in her apartment. The old Victorian she lived in had originally been a single home and had since been divided into a number of rentals.

It started with me feeling like someone was watching me whenever I was alone in the apartment.

Then, we started hearing noises late at night. It sounded like someone was walking around in the space above our rooms. It got so bad that we finally called the cops, but when they came they couldn’t find anyone on the roof or in the attic.

For weeks I would find myself unexpectedly awake at around 3:00 in the morning. The girl would be asleep, but I couldn’t shake the feeling that someone had been moving around the room.

Then, one of those times when I was startled from my sleep, I saw a little boy of about nine or 10 years glaring at me from the corner of the room. It wasn’t so much that he was white like a ghost, he was more the color of a negative…grey-white against the black darkness.

He was dressed in Victorian-era clothes. His fists were held tightly down by the sides of his legs. His head was slightly bowed and he glowered up at me from beneath his clenched brow.

I think I screamed.

I know I burrowed my head so hard into my girlfriend’s back that I woke her. I looked back into the corner and the apparition was gone.

The next day, in desperation, I called my mother who I knew had had similar experiences. I asked her what I should do. She advised me to leave a bible open in the room where the child had appeared.

I did.

And the strange occurrences stopped.

What I find oddest about all this, is that even though I experienced all those events myself and they are still vivid in my mind many years later…I still don’t believe in ghosts.

How about you?

Entry Filed under: Observations,Personal

7 Comments Add your own

  • 1. Casper  |  October 26th, 2007 at 8:48 am

    Yes…been there, done that. When I was in high school my parents built a house in a small, middle-of-nowhere Mequon subdivision on the only lot that had never been built on in spite of the subdivision being around for many, many years. Within the first year living there I would constantly hear noises around the house that sounded like someone else was there, or have the distinct feeling that someone was entering a room. As a kid I read a lot of those “true hauntings” books and thought I was just experiencing the symptoms of an overactive imagination. But after looking out my bedroom window one silent, brightly-lit summer night and seeing someone or something literally gliding down the gravel rode in front of the house, making no noise at all and not having the usual up-and-down motion associated with walking, and not being able to make out any features on the person, I finally mentioned something to my mother. She just stared at me wide-eyed and then told me not to say anything to my younger brother and sister for fear of scaring them. Turns out my parents had been having the same experiences and were growing suspicious themselves.

    The subdivision is on a hill from which you can see flat land surrounding it for miles and straight to downtown Milwaukee. My theory has always been that hundreds of years ago this area may have held some spiritual significance to the Native Americans or even been a burial ground of some sort.

    And, yes, this all happened before I disovered bourbon!

  • 2. phel  |  October 26th, 2007 at 9:24 am

    So glad you posted about this! I was wondering if someone would.

    When I was little, like anywhere from 5-8 years old, I used to see another little girl in the house. She had long dark hair that was always in two braids. She wore a brown cardigan sweater and a pale beige fluffy skirt. The first time I saw her she was walking from the kitchen to the pantry. I was being babysat by my Nana that day. I remember turning and saying “mom”! thinking that my mom was home. Nana just carried on with the dishes and said, no, she’s not home.

    My bedroom was at the top of our staircase. Another time she was walking up the stairs and saw me at the doorway to my bedroom, she smiled, like she was happy to see me.

    Then there was the time when the group of about ten kids ran down our basement stairs….they were playing.

    Nevermind all the parties and chatter downstairs that I heard as a kid.

    When my parents sold their house this summer, Dad, who is an engineer and skeptical type, said to the father that if their daughter says she sees other little kids in the house, nothing’s particularly wrong with them….

    But it was something of a relief when our houseguests from time to time would say, “you know you have ghosts in your house, right?”

    No biggie for me, I always just kind of figured they lived there, too.

  • 3. BobG  |  October 26th, 2007 at 10:48 am

    Seen a few unexplained things and happenings, but I don’t think any of them were ghosts. I believe psychic phenomena may be possible, but not in specters.

  • 4. capper  |  October 26th, 2007 at 9:57 pm

    I’ve got stories, but too many to write about here. But, if there are ghosts, I know of where to find some that could be called ghosts.

  • 5. Kate  |  October 27th, 2007 at 10:41 am

    Does getting pulled halfway out of bed by your ankle by someone who wasn’t there count?

  • 6. Elliot  |  October 27th, 2007 at 5:58 pm

    Yes, it definitely counts, Kate. Thanks for all the scary stories, guys.

    Of course, now I can’t sleep without a night light.

  • 7. Elliot  |  October 27th, 2007 at 5:59 pm

    BTW, Casper, it’s good to see that the not-so-friendly ghost is still around and about.

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