More Than One Experience

From: Ellen  (Mike@Cooke.Net)
Story type: Ghost
Location: Abilene, Texas
Source: Form Submission

When I was 11 years old, from a deep sleep I suddenly awoke to find the silhouette of, from what I could tell in the dark, a figure of a teenage boy looking straight down at me from right next to me. I called out my brother's name (Brad) and waved my arms through his arms and stomach, but my arms went straight through him. He did not "vanish" while my arms penetrated his body. I still kept saying "Brad, Brad," trying to rationalize. I wondered why Brad was ignoring me and why he was not "solid." I then watched the figure walk around my bed, arms down in a solemn "zombie" stance, and out of my open bedroom door. I jumped up to follow it, all the while yelling "Brad? Brad?" yet knowing it was not Brad, scary as even he is. I walked out of my bedroom and saw it walking down the hallway. It then vanished at the end of the hall. Still wanting to find a reasonable explanation, I opened the door to Brad's bedroom to see if he was in bed, and, not wanting to wake him, flicked on the light switch just long enough to see if he was in bed. And there he was sleeping. I was scared to death.

When I went back into my bedroom to get in bed, I saw lying on my bed a silhouette of a woman's legs, poised real pretty with pointed toes. This time I said my sister's name, "Cindy? Cindy?" I came closer to the figure, all the while calling out Cindy's name until I was touching it, but feeling nothing but a "breeze." It was a beautiful red-headed woman wearing a white flowing gown (very cliche, I know, but what can I say?). I reached to touched her face and she vanished, slowly going backwards or something, even though the headboard would prevent such a thing in our realm. I sensed great evil from this entity. Again, trying to rationalize, I went into Cindy's room and flicked the light on as before, and she was asleep. I got into my bed and kept the covers over my head and trembled all night. I didn't believe in ghosts until that night.

There were other strange occurrences in that house (my dad still lives there with his 4th [or 5th?] wife). My step-sister Lori took over that same bedroom and used to ask me if I could see "that gold-looking reflection over in the corner on the carpet?" I never could see it, but she insisted it was there, but sometimes she could not see it. She did every trick she could think of to prove that it was not just a reflection. It used to bother her a lot. I never gave it much thought until my real sister Toddi, who used that bedroom many years before my step-sister came into the picture, mentioned that she used to see a gold "thing" in the corner in the carpet and it would bother her. I got chills when I heard her telling me this. I asked her the exact location and she said "behind the door, in the corner on the left." The place she described was exactly where Lori used to see it. The creepy thing is, the carpet had been changed after Toddi had moved out. I wonder if there is any connection.

One other occurence happened in that room, and I only learned the real story about 2 years ago. I was younger then and nobody wanted to tell me the real story until my dad fessed up. This happened about 1980 while I was off at summer camp. My real sister (Cindy) and step-sister (Lisa) were sharing the room and someone (or something) jerked the covers off of Lisa's bed. Startled, she raised up and flew out the bed. Sh ran into the next bedroom (Brad's) and from the telephone in there phoned my dad in his bedroom to come investigate. My dad came running in there with his gun, but found nothing. Lisa said she saw a man dressed all in black do it. The front door was dead-bolted and nobody could have escaped that fast, according to him. When he related this story to me it I could not believe that he would ever admit to having a ghost in his house, but he said that is all it could have been.

Other strange things happened like the hall lights would go off and on by themselves. I am very glad that I do not live there anymore, as I always felt spooky anyhow. I have never seen a ghost since that night, but know without a doubt that what I saw was real, and when somebody says that ghosts don't exist, I just have to ask them "Well, have you ever seen one?"