Ghostly Encounters by Maureen Welli

Maureen Welli is the first to respond to my shout out for ghost stories. She hasn't had one encounter with ghosts…she's had two. Some people have all the fun. (Can you tell I'd love to see a ghost?) Here's Maureen to tell you about her experiences.

The first one happened when I was between 9 and 11 over a few years. My friends and I grew up in a new subdivision that was built on an old farm. We suspected that the ghost, we called him "It", was the old farmer who owned the land. He made himself known to us in various non-threatening ways. Putting shades up and down in one of our houses when we were on vacation, and no one was in the house. Making noises, moving things, etc. But we never actually saw him, until one night. When I was 11 we moved away and built a new house in another town, I went back to visit my best friend for a sleepover and we both woke up in the middle of the night to a large white mist hovering in the doorway to the bedroom. It slowly moved toward us and we were deathly still (too afraid to move or make a noise). It hovered for a few seconds looking like a large see-through snowman and disappeared. I whispered to my friend "Did you see that?", yes, she had seen it too. We were too afraid to go back to sleep after that.  But we were also thrilled we were finally able to see "It."

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The second encounter happened at the new house I mentioned in the story above, when I was about 16 or 17. It was a two story colonial and I was in the bathroom upstairs, my parents were downstairs in the family room watching TV. Again, this house was built out in the country on old farm land. I was filling the tub for a bath and looked over toward the door, there stood a man, plain as day. He had a white beard, plaid shirt and overhauls and just stood there looking at me for a few seconds. I turned to shut off the water, and when I looked back he was gone. I went downstairs and asked if anyone had come over? (Why this man would have been walking around the house on his own when my parents were downstairs scared me more than thinking it may have been a ghost.) They said no one had come over or come in the house, they thought I was nuts. I never saw that man again.

Maureen Welli