My Ghostly Experience

From: M. C. M.  
Story type: Ghost
Location: Florissant, Missouri
Source: Form Submission

My name is Cole and this is my story...I"ve always felt a little closer to the "stranger" things in life. Maybe it"s true...maybe it"s just paranoia. But I do know that my one experience that occured a few years back was definitely not a figment of my sometimes too-creative imagination.

It all started when my mom got job caring for an elderly lady named Stella . She had Parkinson"s Disease and was in the last stages of the illness. She would float in and out sanity (more out than in) and oftentimes she would carry on conversations with her recently deceased husband. This never bothered me at first when I"d come to visit mom every now and then, but the house itself made me feel uncomfortable. My mom was working there 24 hours a day, 7 days a week as a live-in nurse and I once asked her if she too felt uncomfortable in the house since she was there all the time and she also felt a little spooked out by the place.

The way I would describe is feeling like you"re being watched all the time...this kind of malevolent aura that was keeping an eye on you somehow. The house was always cold and the basement, well, the basement I"d just rather not even describe how strong the feeling was down there. I have a feeling that this spirit or presence happened to be the lady"s husband since I found out later he was quite a strong presence when he was alive, so why not when he was deceased?

Well, now for the interesting part! One night I was staying over there for some odd reason, I can"t remember why now, but I was staying out in the living room by myself. Of course in the dark your mind can get the better of you, but finally I settled down and fell asleep. I was deep asleep, having vivid dreams (more so than usual) when I just woke up all of a sudden. I don"t know why. But when I looked up at the foot of my was a tall shadowy figure of what looked like a man looking down on me. I closed my eyes quickly and when I finally got the courage to open them again, the figure was gone. I quickly got up, turned on a whole bunch of lights and ran into my mother"s bedroom to wake her and tell her what happened. She actually believed me and then let me sleep by her in the bed "cause there was no way I was going back out there again!

To this day I believe in what I saw and when I tell people about it, my eyes start to water up. I can still see that image so clearly whenever I want to conjure it up and more times than not, when it"s the last thing I should think about (ie. when I"m home alone at night).