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S/O Ghosts...Sorta Long
My cousin lived in the house built in 1880 in a small town about 20 miles from where I live now. There are several old hotels (where long dead presidents have stayed) in the town that are known to be haunted. My cousin and I went on a girls weekend a few weeks ago when driving back home I remembered something.
Now I've always remembered seeing this ghost, but I thought it was one of those memories where you don't really know if it's a dream or it really happend.
I told her about how I remembered seeing something when I was about 6. I asked her if she had an all white room with ceilings about 15 feet tall that was her toy room, and how it had shelves all the way to the ceiling that had one of those old library ladders that slid side to side. She told me yes. I told her about how I was in the room by myself and playing and when I looked up the ladder was sliding and when it stopped there was a little boy standing at the end, he had on a white t-shirt, old jean looking pants, and very worn leather boots. She flipped out. But I saw him again a little later that night...
I finished dinner and was watching TV on the couch and the TV flipped off. I couldn't find the remote, so I got up and turned the TV back on manually. As I was turning around I saw the same little boy sitting on the end of the couch with a very somber look on his face.
I was never scared and didn't really think anything of it at the time. But she freaked and called her mom and asked her if she'd ever heard anything about this. She said she'd always thought there was something there, but had just written everything off as having a 12 & 8 year old that would move stuff and say they were seeing things.
Also when I was about 12 I was spending the night at a friends house when I got up in the middle of the night to go to the restroom. I opened her door and smelled cigar smoke, I looked up and there was a shadow on the wall. It was an older man in a fedora and he was smoking a cigar. I stopped where I stood and didn't move. All of a sudden the shadow darts down the hallway out of the range of the light.
The next morning I said something to my friends mom about it. She said her father who had passed away had always worn a fedora and smoked cigars. She broke down into tears and started hugging me. She said it was her father and figured he was watching over them. Every time she sees me still she gets misty.
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Re: S/O Ghosts...Sorta Long
I love love love these ghost stories! These are totally making my afternoon (and making me feel all creepy crawly)!
Growing up in Hawaii, I have a bunch, too...if I have time, I'll try to post some.
When I was younger, we had a lot of antiques in our house. One day, my mom was laying on the couch napping and someone whispered something horrible in her ear about my sister and to this day, she WILL NOT tell anyone what the man said. My sister was also home alone one day and heard the oven door open and close.
Ironically, we moved into a hundred year old house where someone died later, and have never had any encounters.