The Crystal Man

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Story type: Ghost
Location: My home
Source: Form Submission
Date submitted: Sat Feb 12 17:26:23 2011

Our living room is L shaped and has an entrance at each end of the L. Around 10:30 A.M. one sunny summer morning, I walked into my living room. Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed a man sitting in one of our easy chairs. I assumed it was my husband.

He was sitting with the ankle of his right leg balanced on the knee of his left leg, his fingers interlaced with the pointer fingers up and resting against his lips, and his elbows on the arms of the chair. He was relaxed and had his head turned to the left as he gazed out of our front windows.

As I turned my head toward him and started to speak to him, he put his hands on the arms of the chair, pushed himself up, and darted to the right out of the room. Thinking my husband was rushing out to avoid me, I chased after him, telling him I didn't like to be treated that way.

He went out the other opening, I went out the one I came in through and tried to cut him off. Where both openings intercept there wasn't anyone. If it had been my husband, he could not have gotten past me. This all happened in seconds.

I asked my nine-yr. old who was sitting near the opening where this person ran past if she had seen her dad come through the opening. She said she hadn't. I knew it had to be a ghost.

As I was recalling what had happened, I realized that though I could tell the gender of this person, and could see the very solid outline of him, he was crystal-clear in the inner portions. The best way to describe him is as if he was made of bubble soap solution, with that oil on water sheen.

I felt no fear or anxiety from seeing him, he was just a man looking for a quiet spot to rest.