Ghost in the Bathroom

From: Anonymous
Story type: Ghost
Location: East Cleveland, Ohio  Amerika
Source: Form Submission

It was June, 1974. I had been living with my then-boyfriend (now husband) Joe, for about 5 months. Our apartment was in an old building, with a door going into the bathroom from the hall that ran through the apartment, and another door that came off an odd little room that also opened on the living room.

I was alone that night, as Joe had school.

I was minding my own business taking a bath, when I looked toward the door into the odd room. I saw a luminescent green swirling cloud up at the top of the doorway (the door was open). A little surprised, I looked back at my bath. If I ignore it, it will go away.

I looked back. Now there was a face in the cloud. Narrow, like Joe*s, but looked more like his brother*s.

I looked away, then back. Taller than Joe with that thin build. I knew who it was, though I*d never even seen a picture. Joe*s father had died when Joe was 4. It couldn*t be any one else. So, there I was, wet, naked, with the ghost of my future father-in-law, whose eyes were politely averted.

I dried myself rapidly, wrapped the towel around me, and fled the bathroom. I stopped in the living room to get the phone, then ran back, past the bathroom door, toward the bedroom. As I passed the bathroom, I glanced in to see the ghost had turned as if to follow. I ran into the bedroom, into bed, blankets over my head, phone against my belly. I still don*t know who I was going to call.

Later, the ghost was gone.

When Joe got home, I asked him what his father looked like. Joe described, I added details. I told him the whole story.

Months later, I finally saw a picture of his father. That confirmed, to me at least, who I had seen.

I haven*t seen him since. I wish he had shown up at a better time.