It’s not the kind of thing you generally share outside the family. People tend to point and whisper behind your back. Because, how can you prove that you really do, indeed, have a ghost living in your house?
When my son was about sixteen, he was part of a varsity choir group in our high school. The group was really well-known and put on a show every year that the whole community enjoyed. Because of the hard work involved, the kids in the group became like a close-knit family and often demonstrated that by playing pranks on each other.
One night, our house was the target for the prank.
One Saturday, the girls in the group drove out to the country late at night, (our house is about ten miles out of town and is surrounded by acres of trees and farm fields) armed with dozens of rolls of toilet paper. They parked down the road, walked to our driveway and proceeded to hang long strips of toilet paper from the branches of the two giant oak trees that stand on either side of the drive.
The next morning we all awoke to the site of toilet paper wafting in the wind all over the front yard. We were very impressed by not only their artistic abilities, but also their stealth. No one had noticed them. At least, we didn’t think anyone had noticed them.
On Monday morning my son returned to school to “thank” the girls for their gift. They laughed over the prank until one of the girls asked my son, “Why didn’t your mom come out and say hello?”
“My mom?” my son replied. “She was sound asleep.”
“No,” one of the other girls inserted. “We saw her. She stood by the kitchen window and watched us the entire time.”
My son paused and a chill ran up his spine. He knew who traveled up and down the back staircase in the middle of the night. He had seen her himself.
“That wasn’t my mom you saw,” he finally explained. “That was our ghost.”
– Please feel free to share any of your ghostly encounters in the comment section-
4 thoughts on “Freaky Friday the 13th”
Twice ( at least ) we lived with ghosts at least 2x. First, as a child, a neighbor died suddenly leaving a cheaper apartment. We moved in about ten days later. Archie was young and apparently didn’t know she has crossed, because she was around the whole time we lived in her apartment. She was usually quiet, just hiding things, or moving curtains aside ( then straightening them ), hiding things from us, rattling door knobs . Her biggest outburst was throwing a glass carafe kitty corner across the kitchen and shattering it in a zillion pieces. She was
no bother. I didn’t know enough at the time to try to help her find the piece to cross over…I hope she hdid find her way.
Then when I had my own children we bought our first house, we met the man who had died there. The first night he played Simon to us…In a box, that was in a box… and even after the batteries were gone.He progressed to unplugging things like the vacuum. He would also make lights go off and on all over the house. Things would roll around in the attic, too.There were cannon balls up there when we moved in, and they would roll back and forth. My kids and I would sometimes sit out on a blanket in the evenings and eat popcorn,look at the stars, read, color… and the lights were like a light show. off here,then on,then on somewhere else. The only one of us to see him was my daughter.
Sometime, I’ll tell you the rather horrifying experience we had ( when my sister and I were kids with our single mother) with a Ouija board.That one was scary.
Love this one! The right amount of creepy!
The night my dad died…. I was babysitting in a very old house in town…. I had been there a few times before I never noticed the big street light at the corner of the house because when the kids came in and went to bed I would watch to tv but the overly big bay window in their front room that traveling the full wide of the living room I would always close. My dad had a broken leg and a case that was from his hip to his ankle. We had a hospital bed put in for him instead the getting him up stair for bed. I had given him a shave with the cup of soapy water and a straight razor before going to babysit. Kissed him good night … and went to babysit…That was the last I had seen my dad I thought. Watching tv I had forgotten to close the curtains… so looking out I saw a man in a white shirt and dress slacks (Sunday slacks he used to call them) ….waving to me …. I changed positions…. got a little closer to the window so I could get a better view … he was gone…. Soon after I was taken home …. only to find out my dad was taken to the hospital by ambulance and had died of a blood clot…………. It’s been since May 30, 1965 …I still believe to this day that must have been my dad telling me good bye.
I believe it was him too!
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