Two Hauntings
I don't want tobelieve in this dip-freakin'-weirdo-supernatural garbage. I don'tlike people who play on the computer for too long, who know thenames of more than zero characters on Deep Space Nine or whospend any part of their life talking down to non geeks.
But I can't deny what my eyes have seen and my ears have heard.
I am 22-years old now, and I am experiencing again something Iwas beginning to believe was my imagination. When I was 11, I hadmy first concious experience with the supernatural. I had whatI'll dismiss as a dream when I was very young--surreal butpossibly my imagination.
Anyway, It was early January of 1988 and I had a king-sizewaterbed. My little sister's room would get really cold in thewinter, so sometimes she would sleep in my (heated) bed. Everyweeknight, I would watch the original Star Trek at 12:35 a.m.. Itwas syndicated by one of the local affiliates--ABC I think. My TVwas right next to the left side of the bed, so when Star Trekended i could just reach over and turn it off. I can rememberthat it was a push-button TV because i used to push the buttontwice, quickly, and roll over. A couple of seconds later, itwould turn back on, and I would tell my sister that a ghost wasturning it back on. She was scared the first few times, but bythis time, I was just saying it out of routine. We would chuckleand go to sleep.
On this particular night, she already was asleep when the showended, so I just turned the TV off and rolled over. Keep in mind,it's got to be close to 1:05 a.m. because that's when the showended. Before I even could get comfortable I heard therefrigerator door open. I could see the refrigerator from mybedroom door when I would look out and to the left. my room isjust right of the living room and the kithen is on the other sideof the living room from my room. I didn't think a whole lot aboutit at first. I just figured it was my dad. But my dad very seldomgets up after he's gone down. Then I heard the refrigerator shut--endof story I figured. Wrong. It opened again and shut again. Thenit opened again and shut again. I was not yet scared, but I wasconfused. I got up to see what the hell my dad was doing. When Ilooked out the door I saw the rfrigerator open again, but no onewas standing there to open it. It closed and opened three or fourmore times before I gathered! ! enough of myself to grab ablanket and make a break for my parents room, where I slept onthe floor for the next two weeks--never telling my parents whathappened but instead letting them worry about what a weirdo I wasbeing.
I did not experience anything else, so I began to think I had anover-active imagination and moved back into my room. About amonth later, my dad and I were up watching wtaching a rerun ofBenson on TV. He was sitting in his recliner in front of and tothe left of the love seat where I was sitting. Out of the blue,he turned to me and asked "Do you promise not to get scaredif I tell you something strange." I said "Sure dad."I was thinking "Cool, a ghost story." He looked me inthe eyes and with all sriousness said "I saw a ghost."I thought "Yeah right." He said "I'm not shittin'you. It was a few weeks ago, and I've been trying to get my headon straight before I told anyone." Immediately, my thoughtsturned to the refrigerator incident. He said "I was asleepin my bed when I swear somebody shook me and woke me up. When Iopened my eyes, there was a lady standing over me--over my bed. Ithought alright Mike, you're seein' shit wake up. I rubbed myeyes and looked at the clo! ! ck. When I turned to look back ather, she still was there--not threatening or anything, justlooking at me. I closed my eyes again, and when I opened them shewas gone." I said, already not wanting to know the answer"What time was it?" My heart fell into my shoes beforehe could get the entire answer out "It was 1:06." hesaid.
I slept in my parents room for the next month.
I have told only a few people this story over the years and wasbeginning to believe again thet it was my imagination. But mygirlfriend and two of her friends recently moved into a new house.And that son of a bitch is haunted--no doubt about it.
She's been in the place for about five months and I have alwayagotten a stange vibe from the place. But Last Saturday (Nov. 14)night or Sunday Morning (I'm not sure, but it was around midnight)I was sitting in their living room half watching TV. her roomatewas in a chair and I was on the couch. There is a big doorway tothe left of the couch that leads to the dining room/kitchen. Onthe left is the kitchen and and on the right is the door to thegarage. I don't know what pulled my stare away from the TV, but Ilooked to the kitchen. What I saw (or imagined--but I trust myperfect vision and no history of mental illness) was the figureof a man. It was orangish in color. It was only visible from theshoulders to a few inches below the knees. But it definitely wasa man. It was moving quickly from south to north toward the doorto the garage like it was in a hurry. I saw it for only a fewfeet of its journey, but that was enough to stun me. I turnedback to the TV and slowly! ! started to process what I had seen.I did not want to tell my girlfriend about it until I hadevaluated the situation. Besides, one of her best friends growingup (Jason) grew up in that house. That's why she decided to rentit. He was killed in a car accident in January of 1995. I knewshe would assume it was his ghost and flip out if I said anything.It was not his ghost. I have seen many pictures of him, and hewas a big guy. He had alarge chest and arms. The figure I saw wasslender.
Any way I needed to talk to someone about, so I tolde herroommate. She looked at me funny and told she was glad, becausethet means she wasn't going crazy. She said she hears strangenoises when she is in her room in the afternoons. She said it'sthe sound of the front door unlocking and opening. Then it's thesound of someone walking through the hall. I really believe her,beacuse there are hard-wood floors under the carpet throughoutthe house, and the sound of footsteps on the floor is verydistiguished from the sound of the house settling. Also, I wastrying to sleep in my girlfriend's room at about 1:45 a.m. lastweek. I heard what sounded like a plastic cup full of liquid fallfrom the countertop in the kithen, hit the tile floor and spill.When I got up, nothing was in the floor.