Have you ever encountered a ghost?
This seems a timely topic as Halloween approaches.
We had a ghost in an old home we rented as an office.
We would hear footsteps upstairs or on the stairs.
On investigation, we could see no one.
We could see a phone upstairs light up on our console.
But no one was upstairs to be making calls.
Shadows have passed in slivers of light under closed doors.
A face materialized in a glass pane, then was gone.
What explains these strange occurrences? Who knows?
We didn’t call Ghost Busters. We liked having our own ghost.
We once lived in a tiny Cape Cod beside a little park.
David Cohen had died in that house and he never left it.
He would walk upstairs at night to check on our children.
He warned us when he felt danger might be near.
One night he comforted my wife while I was at work.
A group of roughnecks started fighting in the park.
My wife turned out the lights and watched through a window.
She started to call the police when she felt a strange presence.
It was as if David was standing by her with his arm around her.
It was as if David willed the roughnecks to leave and they did.
Do you have a ghost story to share?
Please click on comment below.
Or email me at JerryBellune@yahoo.com
I’d love to read about your own experiences.
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My husband Patrick and I lived in a 1880's home in one of the oldest neighborhoods in Madison, Wisconsin. When I was in the hospital having our first son, funny things started happening in the house. A light would turn on by itself, another would turn off. Books would fall off a desk. After several of these episodes, my husband stood up in the parlor and said, "O.K., I am bringing my wife and new baby home tomorrow. You're more than welcome to stay here, but I don't want you doing anything to frighten them. In fact, I want you to help me protect them, O.K.?" After that, nothing eerie happened.
The only one I have doesn't read like much, but I'll never forget it. When I was about 22 and still living at home, I was alone for a couple weeks in the rambling old farmhouse while my parents were traveling. About 4 o'clock one morning I woke up and heard three loud, steady knocks on the outside wall directly above my bed: Knock! . . . Knock! . . . Knock! It was at a height no one out there could've reached without a ladder. I kept the overhead light on the rest of the night but didn't get back to sleep.
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