Man in White Suit

From: bchrmr ()
Story type: Ghost
Location: bardstown
Source: Form Submission
Date submitted: Sat Aug 23 18:28:14 2008

In 2005 I took my eight year old daughter to an Arts and Crafts Fair in Bardstown, KY. We were walking along a road next to a Museum with the tents set up along the street running parallel to its expansive grounds. It was moderately crowded. The air was warm and people moved in and out of the tents in shorts and t-shirts.

My daughter and I had cut through a field with large trees. We stepped onto the street and to my right I saw a tall man dressed in a crisp white suit. It was as if he had just arrived. That is the only way to explain the feeling. He must have been in his early thirties. The suit had layers with shirt, vest, and jacket and all was buttoned and dressed to a T. He had a sort of top hat yet it was not a tall style. His dark hair was moderatly long and wavy beneath it. It was neatly fixed as well as his facial hair was immaculately groomed with a small go-tee on the chin. The small mustache was perfectly manicured with sharp tips. He had very tiny black specticles on. The lenses were a bit shaded in purplish-blue and they set on the bridge of his nose just below his very dark brown eyes. His pants were perfectly sized to his tall lean form and on his feet were white polished shoes that barely looked worn. In his right hand he carried a black walking cane that was tipped with silver and had a silver handle. I knew he carried it for the style and not the need of it. I noticed that on his right index finger he wore a silver ring. He walked with a leisure as if there weren't a worry in the world. The crowd seemed to part as he strolled along. Time itself seemed to slow as I learned the details of his odd choice of clothing on such a warm day.

Then as he was only about five feet to my right he caught my gaze. As any one would if he/she is stared at long enough. But it was as if he looked into me. He held my eyes captive as he strolled past. Everyone seemed to disappear around me. I was only aware of my daughter as I had my right hand on her back to lead her along as well as for protection in a crowded environment. He was strolling to my left in front of me. I finally broke eye contact but kept him in my preferral sight. My daughter and I passed just behind him toward a tent with framed art work. I saw that he came to a stop not six feet away from me in the middle of the crowded road. I pointed at a picture for my daughter to look at as I watched his back. He turned to his left as if to gaze at the field we had just come from. He looked at it as though the tents were not there in his way. Suddenly he turned his head and looked right at me. I noted that people seemed suddenly to walk faster. Or maybe they were always walking that fast. The bustling crowd seemed to overcome him. Then he was gone.

It was as if he were never there. No one seemed to respect the space he had just stood in. No one seemed to see him. Yet he had been just as real as anyone else there. He was no where to be seen.

It was as if he had meant himself to be seen by one person. Time HAD slowed. Somehow I have not been able to mentally tag him as a 'ghost'. He was real. The experience was..... real. As if we somehow saw each other as we walked the same road in completely seperate times? A weird thought.

I have been back to the street. I have expected to see him but I haven't. I have had my doubts about TIME -as we know it- since then.