My Personal Friendly Ghost

From: Sue Madaus (sweeetsuz@hotmail.com)
Story type: Ghost
Location: Bass Lake Ca.
Source: Form Submission

When in my 20's and pregnant with my second child, my former husband and I were living in a small rented house at Bass Lake. The house had a reputation for unusual phenomena, but we were unaware of it. Soon after moving in we started experiencing odd occurences. Seeing and hearing people in other rooms, but when approached, they would disappear. There would be loud bangings and crashes on the bedroom floor, which was directly over the garage, which we kept locked. My husband would fly out the door and aroud to unlock the garage, but nothing and no one. He and his brother were particularily paranoid because they were dealing drugs and had some illegal weapons. I was unaware of all that they were up to but knew I was not happy.

Soon my daughter was born and I hoped for a change in my situation. The doctor restricted from tub baths for ten days, and we did not have a shower, so when the eleventh day arrived it was a deinite calendar day. I remember distinctly that it was a Saturday, because my husband and his brother decided to attend church with their parents, something they never did. I had planned a long soak in a bubble bath and was looking forward to being alone in the house for a few hours while the guys were gone. As I was running the bath and getting the children settled, there came a knock on my door. I opened it and a man was standing there. He was dressed in brown khaki pants and a red plaid shirt, with a fishing hat with a couple of lures hooked in it. He said "Hello, I am an appraiser, and am here to appraise the house." "You did know that it was for sale?" I replied that I did and did he want to come in and look around. He told me no and said he knew what the house looked like and just wanted me to know that he was there and not to frighten me. I thanked him and closed the door, waiting for his car to pull away, so I could take my soak. After some minutes of hearing nothing, I went outside to see where he was. There was no car and no man, so I went and took my bath. When my husband and brother-in-law returned, I told them of the visit. They immediately decided it was the DEA and started moving their stuff out of the house. My husband said that Appraisers do not work on weekends, always wear suits and drive cars. He maintained that the guy probably did not search the place because I invited him in, not knowing of the narcotics in the house.

A couple of days later, my best friend and her husband came up to see the baby and the men went out to have a couple of beers and shoot some pool. Sitting on the living room floor, my friend could look into my bedroom, through french doors, to where the babys bassinet was. We talked and caught up on everything. Then I told her rather casually that we thought we had a ghost. She turned very white and said "My god I saw him!" I immediately asked where and why she hadn't told me. She said that she did not want me to think she was crazy. I asked where and what he looked like, getting very excited. She said he had appeared in the hallway by the bathroom doorway and gone into my room, crossed to the baby's bed and looked down at her for a second and then disappeared. Then she said "He was kinda short and wearing fishing gear, brown pants, red plaid shirt, and a fishing hat, you know, with a couple of lures hooked in it."..............I don't think appraiser can disappear either.

This is a true story and all of the people involved are still alive, except maybe the guy in the fishing outfit.