I’ve had quite a few ghost encounters over the years and I’ve got to tell you, that as I get older, I’m just too darn busy for it. I don’t have that kind of time. I’m tired. I usually say a Hail Mary and go to sleep.
I’m not sure why I’ve had so many encounters sure it’s always intrigued me and yeah I’m scared as anybody else when it comes to death and dying. Sure I’m morbid you can tell by my post. The only other thing I could think of is because I am just searching for good. I want to get as close to Hope and God and the Saints as possible.
THE MIST
So we’ll start from my first incident. I was little and it was the night my grandma died.
Mom was at the hospital. Dad was home with me and my younger sister. My older sister had moved out, so had my older brother. It was about I’d say 1 or 2 a.m. My mom had finally gotten home, I heard her downstairs and I woke to see standing in my bedroom doorway a mist. Now we had the old crossbars the same pattern that most old farm-houses had and this mist came right below the top crossbeam portion of the door. So fairly short. I could make out the outline of the head and shoulders. It was a mist, not a fog. I could almost see the dot particles. I got scared the moment I knew it was a ghost. And starting from the legs up – at an angle, it started to vanish. It was out of a movie. I threw the covers over my head and went to sleep. I didn’t have that kind of time. I had school in the morning!
ART MUSEUM CAPER
Several years back I went to the local art museum with a friend. When we got to the so-called German room immediately I noticed it was cold and different than the other rooms in a way that I just didn’t want to be there. Back then, I wasn’t very open about things and I said to the friend that I disn’t like this room and I was shocked to find out that she felt the same way. Encouraged I went up to the curator, there was one standing in every room just so you wouldn’t touch or I guess steal like something out of Scooby-Doo.I coyly asked if this room is haunted. He was very receptive and said “Oh jeez you need to talk to the night crew. Have they got stories for you!” I said I wish I could talk to them that would have been a great story but I asked about this room in particular. He went on and said “Oh yeah definitely this room but a lot of other places to throughout the museum.” I have yet to find one story out on the internet about that museum being haunted!
FARMHOUSE SPIRAL
About 10 years now I made a couple of low budget horror movies, yeah I know everybody has to try it least once! I had a great location of a dilapidated Farmhouse with collapsing Barn Silo the whole shebang. The owners lived in a distant Farmhouse way across the cornfield and so they would drive over periodically on their four wheelers. A couple of times I heard them tell some of the people hanging around, about the place being haunted and seeing glowing things late at night from afar, excetra excetra. I really didn’t have time for it I was really busy just trying to get that freaking film made. But about 1:30 in the morning I was outside the house but everyone else was inside the house filming. I was rummaging through my Jeep trying to find something or other for the film set. Once found I was trying to beat feet inside the house when,lo and behold there was a mist spiraling,like really spiraling, sprawling with a point coming right towards me from the house kitchen door! I paused for just a second to take it all in to make sure what I was seeing was right. It was a controlled mist spiraling towards me with a point. This thing must have been an easy 15 ft long. Again this was not fog. I knew exactly what it was when I seen it because I had seen something similar before ( see my above post). of course the kitchen door was the way we were getting in and out and it was the only way in and out you see the kitchen floor had partially collapsed the porch was caved in it was our only access because part of the roof was missing in this house. it wasn’t a basement stairway it was just a drop everything had deteriorated. the Miss was blocking my only way in so I confronted it. I said to it “I don’t have time for this I’ve got to get in there!” and I ran went right through it open that door and ran right inside. And I continued to film and didnt say anything to anybody until a couple days later.
CHRISTMAS BULB
the stories a little different. a few decades ago my brother-in-law committed suicide. this was in the spring and shortly thereafter me and my other sister moved in with my oldest sister whose husband had just killed himself. now it was a difficult time for everyone especially of course my little sister. We were all living in the house they had shared. my younger sister who moved in had part-time custody of her son and he would come and stay and weekends now he was just a toddler. several times he told my sister that he had seen his uncle downstairs in his recliner. how we never seen anything up until that time and we just took it on faith that my nephew had in fact seen my brother-in-law killed himself. we never told his widow my older sister never.
Flash Forward now it’s Christmas season. my sister had a bi-level and she had a live tree and it was on the top level. now where the tree was close proximity to the first staircase Landing. that led to the front door and or to the next flight of stairs down to the ground level. I was standing maybe three foot away from the Christmas tree on the top floor will you could see down through the front door and all the in the side pains to the drive all the way to the road. my sister had a 500 foot footage from the road to the house. you can see anybody pulling in from the road and heading up the drive and have plenty of time to prepare for company. on this particular day my oldest sister the Widow was not home but me and my younger sister were. at the moment that I was standing there when my younger sister came in from the direction of the bedrooms. She was walking close to me telling me something or other just something trivial. Suddenly a bulb on the Christmas tree started to violently Shake. I thought there was a critter in the tree and I stepped back so did she!
The bulb started to really violently move and then it flew out straight in front of me lingered where I was standing and dropped right at my feet. We were taken aback and we looked at each other like “what the”?
At that moment I seen my sister starting to pull in the drive. My other sister said “don’t tell her”and I agreed not to. We just stood there at the Landing kind of taking in what just happened. Now my older sister was coming up the steps to the front door. When she opened the door the bulb moved, rolled towards the steps and ping ponged down steps and landed at her feet and stopped. I looked at my younger sister she looked at me and she mouth the words “don’t say anything.”
And we didn’t we just said that the bulb fell off the tree and kept silent all these years.
COLD SHOULDER
I was a graphic designer and I was with some clients as a big Warehouse. I was going over the designs and giving my sales pitch standing while they were seated at my desk. Now this was a big showroom and a huge Warehouse and out of my peripheral vision I knew that there was no one else in this area but me and the couple who I was trying to design for. They had asked a question and I was in the middle of giving my spiel, When I heard a big heavy sigh in my ear and I was totally bumped in the shoulder as if someone was pushing me to get out of the way, like I was in their way! Now this physically moved me and I looked back like “how rude!” of course there was no one. I paused and looked at my clients like ‘did you hear that did you feel that did you see that?’ it was only a brief second and they stared up at me. I think they knew that something had happened but I continued on like a professional without skipping a Beat.
It just so happens that a friend of mine was friends with the sales rep who would come in to that same warehouse who happens to be a ‘sensitive.’Now this sensitive had to use the restroom the same and she went into a stall. She happened to look up and seen hands on the partition and then she could just sense the top of someone’s head as if they were hanging on the partition trying to peep over. She looked under and saw no feet. She held it and went to McDonald’s.
I decided to ask the third shift supervisor if anyone has seen anything at night and he said “boy you need to talk to the night crew!” I’ve heard that before!
Please share any stories in comments! Let me know how I’m doing. Thank you!
Rich and Strange! 