Friday, October 28, 2011

My Very Own Ghost Story

(Side note: I'm very excited that I figured out how to repost a blog. All. By. Myself. You may not be a techo-idiot like I am, so instead of being impressed, you may be rolling your eyes while saying "Duh".)

Anyway. In the "spirit" of Halloween, I've decided to make this an annual post. I mean, I only have one ghost story. I originally made it a two-parter, but I've decided to just post it all at once, for your reading enjoyment. 

Do You Believe in Ghosts?

I am not a huge fan of Halloween, especially since I'm too old to go begging for candy! I don't have much use for the night. Gory, scarry movies? Gory, scarry costumes? Haunted houses? No, thank you, don't need 'em.

However, I do have a good Halloween story! I'll say right up front, that I don't believe in ghosts, however, that doesn't mean that I have not had a weird experience, or two.

My son, JT, won't let me discuss anything that even remotely hints of g-h-o-s-t-s. He's had his own freaky experiences. And, Awesome Daughter has had some weirdo things happen to her. As far as I know, son, BD, has not had any experiences.

So, here's what happened...We had not been in our house very long, probably less than a year. Now, as far as houses go, this one was not that old.  The house was built the year I was born, and this happened when I was in my early 30's. So, it was not a creepy old house. On this particular night, (actually, early in the morning) I was having a terrible time sleeping. I could not get comfortable for anything. Finally, I decided tht the only thing that sounded appealing was laying down on the floor. (For someone who likes a nice, soft, comfy bed, this was highly unusual!) There was not much floor space in our bedroom, so I grabbed my pillow, and extra blanket, and went out to lay down on the living room floor. I laid on my stomach, covered up, snuggled into my pillow, and instantly felt comfortable. I no sooner got situated and ready to doze off, when it happened. 

One of the kiddos was up. Are you kidding me? It was waaaay to early. I could hear whoever it was coming down the stairs, one stair at a time. No, no, no! Go back to sleep! I am not getting up. So, I decided that I would fake that I was alseep, and ignore them. Maybe then, they would go back to bed. 

One by one, I heard the footsteps come down the stairs. I heard, and felt them walking around me as I laid on the floor. I kept faking my sleep, and it worked. They must have got up on the couch and went to sleep. Good. 

When I woke up, a few hours later, I was surprised to see that I was alone in the living room. Whoever it was, must have gone back to bed. Good, hopefully, they will all sleep in on this Saturday morning.

Later, as each one came downstairs, I questioned them. "Did you wake up early and come downstairs?"  JT said, "No." BD said, "No." That left Jennee. Her answer was "no" as well.  "Well, one of you must have because I heard you come down."  They all looked at me like I was cuckoo (again!) 

Although, it was a little freaky, I probably would have forgotten about the incident, except for what happened next . . . . . 
(Sorry, I can't get the "you might also like" suggestions off. They only show up when I preview. And, if they are not showing up now, just assume the "ghost" is messing with me!)

What Happened Next Was...

Well, since you asked, here's what happened next!
But, first, a sidenote (I love my sidenotes!): Many years ago, I saw a  TV movie with Lindsay Wagner, "The Two Worlds of Jennie Logan". She found an old dress in the attic of the Victorian house she and her husband had just bought. Whenever she put it on, she found herself in a different era, but in the same house. When the glass on the hutch was broken in the older era, and she came back to her era, the glass was broken on her hutch for no apparent reason. I was intriqued at the feasiblity of  multiple dimensions existing at the same time, and traveling back and forth from one to the other. (How cool would THAT be?)

Anyway, that brings me to my experiences. After the initial freaky experience, I can tell you that I never left my bed to sleep on the floor again. EV-ER! But, then I started having weird experiences in bed. No, not THAT kind of weird!

Hubby had to get up at 3:00 in the morning for work. (No one should ever have to get up at that ungodly hour!)  After he had left--this never happened while he was at home--I would sense that there was someone standing by my bed. I can't say for sure if I was awake, asleep, dreaming, awake dreaming, or what, but I saw a transparent form of a man standing right beside me. Sometimes there would be a little boy standing with him.  Sometimes they would have a cat. Weird, I know. I decided that they were living in a parallel dimension, and they couldn't figure out who was sleeping in their bed.

Of course, the thing that made it even more freaky was that it seemed so real. I felt like I was awake, even though I kept my eyes closed, because I didn't want to see "them" standing there if my eyes were open.  One time, their cat jumped up in my face, and I jerked my head back to avoid it. It seemed so real.

Another time, I actually felt the bed give way. I was half asleep, and I thought one of the kiddos had come down and gotten in bed with me. I threw back the covers, felt whoever it was get in bed, then threw the covers back over them. In the morning, I woke up. No. One. Was. In. Bed. With. Me. 
CRRREEEEEEPPPYYYYYY! Yes, I was very feaked out! This stuff happened on a regular basis for several years. The getting in bed thing happened "only" a few times. Usually, I just saw or felt "them" standing around me.

But, then we started our own business, and Hubby was home every night until morning. And, then we started a major remodeling over-haul of our house, which was a cute "cape-cod", not a Victorian haunting-type house at all.  Then, the "visits" stopped.

I don't believe in ghosts, but I can't explain the hows or whys of my night visitors. I don't know why they started, but I'm glad they ended. Maybe I was asleep and dreamt the whole thing up. It seemed real--and I hope it never, EV-ER, happens again.

And, now you know the rest of the story!


  1. What a great story! So creepy! I can tell you - I would not be able to keep my eyes closed! I'd have to take a peek to see who (or what!) was there!

  2. Gosh, you have your very own Halloween ghost stories!! Really spooky. I don't know how to re-post a blog either, other than to copy then paste in a new comment box. I saw that movie with Lindsey Wagner and loved it, I wish they would repeat it!!! I always loved to watch all her T.V. movies. and how about "Somewhere In Time", the all time classic romantic time travel movie? Jane Seymour. If you haven't seen that one, you are in for a treat. Also "The Others" with Nicole Kidman, That is awesome!

  3. I'm sure you are glad these visitors have gone away, but aren't you kinda glad you had these experiences? Great story, and well worth posting annually!

  4. That is so creepy! Yuck! I would have moved for sure!
    My hubby has to be out the door by 4:30 so I understand that ungodly hour thing.
    Glad you liked Fishduckies interview. That woman is a card!

  5. Woohoo on the re-post. This was a really good one!

  6. You've given me goosebumps. I wonder why they "ghosts" were so drawn to you...maybe because you'd let them in the covers with no questions. :)

  7. [I threw back the covers, felt whoever it was get in bed, then threw the covers back over them.]
    Thank you, it was damn cold that night.

  8. That officially creeped me out! Sorry I think I'd have moved, I'm not a house sharer with the living dead!

    Happy Halloween!

  9. the ghost gives me a creep

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  10. Lots of ghostly experiences and have found there are good ghosts and bad ghosts. I think these were good ghosts who just wanted to be warm and comfortable. They may have just moved on to another house. Some ghosts do travel.

    God bless. thankful they were not evil ghosts. They are scary.

  11. Ok, that is a freaky-scary story. Glad you did your renovations & haven't had any more 'visits'. :)

  12. how can i say this, "I actually feel ghosts" but I don't believe in them but they give me goosebumps when i sense something. my mother said that when i was born i was almost eaten by "tiktik" thats what they called it where i was born. :)



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