Is There Anyone There

Name:            Becky
Email:           blueberrylovemuffin_us@yahoo.com
Location:        my home(military housing)
Title:           is there anyone there?
Type:            Ghost
Date:            Tuesday, February 01, 2000
Time:            12:50 PM

I believe in ghosts and what not, but stay skeptical so I don't become paranoid. Anyway, on October 31, my hubby and I moved into our new home, which happens to be on a military installation. Three months passed and I would occasionally feel like I am being watched, like as I am writing this.

I would usually try to blow the feelings off as my cat. But, the other day as I put a new trash bag in the trash can in my kitchen, I noticed my cat acting funny and clinging to the area around me, then I heard someone say "hello". It was a deep, raspy voice that was plain as day. No one could mistake it as something else. It was a definite "hello" Take note that I was the only one in my house except my cat. Nothing was on in the house, no TV, no radio, no nothing.

I cannot explain this. This housing is old but not that old. It was built in the 1950's.

I have another one for you. Before my husband joined the military, we had had some hard times. At one point we were living in a "should be condemned" camper trailer on my husbands' family property. Near the property, someone had been murdered and buried, so I found out after this happened.

Anyway, one night, my husband had gone to the store or was at work and I was home by myself. I was not scared or anything as I was just watching some TV and fixing to hit the hay, when all of a sudden my cat looked up in the direction of our little cement patio, ears pointed straight up. I heard footsteps walk across my patio, parallel to my trailer and onto the dirt past it. Then they diminished.

They were heavy footsteps, sounded like boots. Note, my father-in-law was not home at the time. I looked out the window then opened the door. I yelled out my father-in-laws name, thinking he was playing jokes on me. But, i went to my in-laws house to find his car gone and my mother-in-law watching TV. She said he hadn't come home yet.

Soon after my husband came home the next morning, I told him what happened and he told me of the man who was buried on the corner of the lot. He does not know if the story of the man is true but, weird things have happened.

The footsteps happened one more time, but never anything else. Once when my husband was home, the other when he was not.

These are two experiences I have had. Thank you for taking the time to read about them.