Ever Seen a Ghost?
I started a thread in another group to discuss this as well. I'm curious if anyone else has seen a ghost because I know I have. Please leave comments if you have!
Here's my story.
When I was a kid in the third grade I lived on an island off the coast of Rhode Island. The island is called Block Island for those of you who may be familiar with that area. The island sits about 13 miles off the coast of Rhode Island and is accessible by either ferry or plane. I've taken both in rough weather and they can make the staunchest atheist pray right along with everyone else.
Back to when I was a kid. I lived in the lighthouse for awhile then we moved into the home that is on the same property as the lighthouse. The lighthouse is actually made up of two living areas so that two families can live there with the actual tower being attached as well. All of this sits on bluffs that erode more every year. They actually had house movers take it and move it back a hundred yards about ten years ago. The lighthouse was built in 1867 or so.
As a kid fresh fruit was a pretty big deal. We drank powdered milk all the time because there wasn't a bunch of cows wandering around the island waiting to be milked so mile was pricey. My dad was in the USCG which is how we ended up living there in the first place. Our neighbors in the lighthouse had gone to the mainland the day before and brought back a bunch of plums. I loved plums but rarely had them since we took the ferry for groceries only about once a month.
My mom let me know the neighbors had said I should go over and have some if I wanted them. The plums were stored in the attic in a big refrigerator that'd been put up there to keep overflow food fresh. Again, you didn't get much fresh food out there so you wanted to be able to keep as much of it fresh as you could. I went over and they pointed me up to the attic and I started walking up the stairs. There were a few levels to trudge up first.
At the bottom of the stairs leading up into the attic I remember hesitating for a second because something felt off. My desire for a fresh plum overrode the tingling sensation of fear though and I started walking up the stairs. The stairs were a straight shot up to the attic. About halfway up the stairs my body turned to ice. I was freezing inside and out. Like I'd been thrown into outer space without a suit. Frozen with fear and physically frozen. I knew something was looking down at me. I didn't wan to look up and see it but I couldn't just stand in the middle of the stairs indefinitely. Plus, whatever it was I felt like it was moving towards me.
I broke out of the trance and stared straight up. There was a translucent apparition in the shape of a human staring at me. The eyes were cold and there was no soul. I saw it was coming towards me. I ran down the stairs, skipping 3 or 4 at a time. The door slammed shut at the bottom. I hit the door full force with my hands outstretched and knocked it off the hinges.
Myself and the door went flying into the hallway at the bottom. As soon as I'd gone through the door the fear had started slipping away. By the time the neighbors had come up to see what was going on the fear had dissipated completely. It had felt like it was literally melting out of me. I don't remember much more than that except I never went back in the attic.
The neighbors were freaked out about the attic for awhile as well after I told them what I'd seen. They were eventually able to move and the new people never had any issues.
You can check out the lighthouse here at this webpage:
http://www.blockislandinfo.com/island...
R.S. Merritt is the author of the Zournal Series and the Son of the Keeper Series. Both are available now on Amazon.
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Here's my story.
When I was a kid in the third grade I lived on an island off the coast of Rhode Island. The island is called Block Island for those of you who may be familiar with that area. The island sits about 13 miles off the coast of Rhode Island and is accessible by either ferry or plane. I've taken both in rough weather and they can make the staunchest atheist pray right along with everyone else.
Back to when I was a kid. I lived in the lighthouse for awhile then we moved into the home that is on the same property as the lighthouse. The lighthouse is actually made up of two living areas so that two families can live there with the actual tower being attached as well. All of this sits on bluffs that erode more every year. They actually had house movers take it and move it back a hundred yards about ten years ago. The lighthouse was built in 1867 or so.
As a kid fresh fruit was a pretty big deal. We drank powdered milk all the time because there wasn't a bunch of cows wandering around the island waiting to be milked so mile was pricey. My dad was in the USCG which is how we ended up living there in the first place. Our neighbors in the lighthouse had gone to the mainland the day before and brought back a bunch of plums. I loved plums but rarely had them since we took the ferry for groceries only about once a month.
My mom let me know the neighbors had said I should go over and have some if I wanted them. The plums were stored in the attic in a big refrigerator that'd been put up there to keep overflow food fresh. Again, you didn't get much fresh food out there so you wanted to be able to keep as much of it fresh as you could. I went over and they pointed me up to the attic and I started walking up the stairs. There were a few levels to trudge up first.
At the bottom of the stairs leading up into the attic I remember hesitating for a second because something felt off. My desire for a fresh plum overrode the tingling sensation of fear though and I started walking up the stairs. The stairs were a straight shot up to the attic. About halfway up the stairs my body turned to ice. I was freezing inside and out. Like I'd been thrown into outer space without a suit. Frozen with fear and physically frozen. I knew something was looking down at me. I didn't wan to look up and see it but I couldn't just stand in the middle of the stairs indefinitely. Plus, whatever it was I felt like it was moving towards me.
I broke out of the trance and stared straight up. There was a translucent apparition in the shape of a human staring at me. The eyes were cold and there was no soul. I saw it was coming towards me. I ran down the stairs, skipping 3 or 4 at a time. The door slammed shut at the bottom. I hit the door full force with my hands outstretched and knocked it off the hinges.
Myself and the door went flying into the hallway at the bottom. As soon as I'd gone through the door the fear had started slipping away. By the time the neighbors had come up to see what was going on the fear had dissipated completely. It had felt like it was literally melting out of me. I don't remember much more than that except I never went back in the attic.
The neighbors were freaked out about the attic for awhile as well after I told them what I'd seen. They were eventually able to move and the new people never had any issues.
You can check out the lighthouse here at this webpage:
http://www.blockislandinfo.com/island...
R.S. Merritt is the author of the Zournal Series and the Son of the Keeper Series. Both are available now on Amazon.
The Zournal
The Son of the Keeper
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Sep 18, 2018 09:35AM
I'm not sure it was what you would call a "ghost", but yes. I've seen things.
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There are a couple of stories. The tame one I'll put here.I was at an apartment complex with some guy friends of mine. I was the only girl there. We were all standing in the kitchen, eating, drinking soda, whatever. I was standing near the hallway, and across from me was the restroom. None of us could physically reach it from where we were, but it was right there.
The water in the restroom faucet came on full blast. It was the type of faucet where you had to turn the handles for each side to come on (hot and cold). Both came on. There was no other way into the restroom, so I knew no one had gone in or out while I was standing there, and everyone was accounted for right there in the kitchen.
Those scaredy-cat boys all pushed ME in there to turn the water off and investigate. I went in, turned off the water, gave a cursory glance, and went back out. It was one of the funniest things I had ever seen. None of them could act macho around me anymore. =D
So- didn't physically SEE anything there. Just- you know- stuff happening on it's own.
I have had a few scary instances over the years. The first and worst was when I was 17 and staying at a friend who lived in a house from the 1700's. It was my first time there and the whole family had stories about the ghosts in their house. I thought they were just trying to scare us.Every time I went into the main bathroom, I would get the chills and feel like someone was watching me. It's that real creeped out feeling. I just kept telling myself it's all in my head.
It was a total of 3 of us spending the night in my friends room. The house was big and old with multiple staircases. One that went right from the kitchen downstairs to my friends room upstairs. We were staying up late talking and being kids. We decided to sneak down the stairs to the kitchen for a 2am snack.
We got to the bottom few steps and I heard one friend say "Oh God" I looked up and saw a man maybe in his 50-60's dressed the best way I can describe like an old farmer, standing in the middle of the kitchen. I remember it looked like he was dusty. Not just his clothes but all of him.
We all turned and ran, tripping up the stairs. We got in the bedroom, bolted the door, and dove in our sleeping bags. It took a few minutes of silence while we just sat there looking at each other. Finally one of my friends said something along the lines of, "Well I'm still hungry." which just broke the fear in we ended up laughing. Right in the middle of the laughter, we heard a huge bang that felt like it shook the house. It was obvious it was coming from the kitchen.
My heart started pumping out of my chest. I was just so scared but we decided we had to check it out. What if something had happened to one of my friends parents? We did the whole "I dare you" to go check thing. But eventually we decided to sneak down all together.
When we got down to the kitchen every single cabinet and door was wide open. The upper and lower cabinets all open, even the refrigerator door was wide open.
After that night I always believed in ghosts. I never spent the night at that house again though:)
I've had various paranormal and inexplicable experiences but I'll describe the one where I've actually seen a ghost (and heard them). I have heard other seemingly supernatural entities and had a few experiences where some unseen "force" was at work. I'll describe more of these in more posts at your request.Let me give some background to my ghost story. I got married at age 21 and before that had never thought much about ghosts or the paranormal. My wife at the time (now my ex) was a strong believer in supernatural occurrences and would regale me with various stories of having dreams that came true, feeling "evil" when she walked in certain buildings, and seeing apparitions as a child--usually cackling old ladies. I believe in the paranormal world seeing these old ladies is referred to as "the Old Crone experience."
I listened but remained an ardent skeptic. This was to change in one day.
My wife was a nurse and supervisor of a unit at a large mental hospital built in the 1800's. She had been assigned a new unit in a building that housed veterans of WW II and had not been occupied for 35 years or so. I went with her one afternoon to give a tour of this old, unused building to her second-in-command. I should note, parenthetically, that the 2nd in command was a sort of "no-nonsense" lady--not the type to believe in ghost stories.
My wife and I entered the building with the "no-nonsense" lady and we were standing near what had been a nurse's station that looked down a hallway. My wife was facing away from the hallway and the no-nonsense employee was behind her, close to the nurse's station, a bit out of the visual path of the long hallway.
I was feeling bored by the whole affair and had no creepy vibes at all as my wife was going over some changes she wanted to make in the building and talking about work-related matters.
Suddenly as I was staring down the hallway a figure emerged from the left wall. It was a man dressed in a blue flannel checked shirt who looked like he belonged back in the 1940's, when the unit was last operable. He was not translucent and it is hard to describe him exactly because his body appeared to have shape and substance and his face had flesh and expression.
I know this only because the apparition turned and looked at me as he entered the hallway and I felt no fear whatsoever. He gave me a look as if he was sizing me up and had determined I had no importance in his world at all. It was the sort of look one might cast at an unremarkable patron in a restaurant. Then he passed "through" the right side of the hallway wall. Bear in mind that this building was erected back in a time when the walls were well-built and thick. This "vision" occurred within a few seconds.
I recall having almost no feelings about seeing the ghost--no great deal of shock or any fear. It was definitely an abnormal experience but I was not in a state of shock or wonder. The whole thing seemed a bit prosaic, in fact.
This was not to be the last "ghostly" experience in this building, however.
We ascended to the second floor of the building as a continuation of the tour and were outside of the bathroom, roughly in the same location as the nurse's station on the first floor. I could hear a tremendous, cacophonous din in the bathroom, as if a party was going on. Voices talking loudly, much laughter. It reminded me of the scene from the movie "Gremlins" where the gremlins are in the movie theater making a similar clamor. What was eerie is that when my wife opened the bathroom door to examine the room, the cacophony stopped immediately and there was dead silence. I was not afraid but could not help but think that we were definitely NOT alone in the room and that we had interrupted the ghostly party.
No further supernatural occurrences happened during the rest of the building tour but what was shocking was that, as I was preparing to tell my wife about the ghostly apparition,
she exclaimed, "Did you hear all that noise before we entered the bathroom?" I said that I had and proceeded to tell her about seeing the man walk through the walls. As an old hand with these matters, she was not surprised and definitely felt the building was haunted just from the sounds we had heard coming from the bathroom.
And, of course, I had a lot of crow to eat for my previous skepticism. Since that time I've had maybe five or six seemingly supernatural experiences. Only one of them was truly scary and it involved what I heard, as I saw no apparition but heard a cackling that was straight from a horror movie and sent chills down my spine. I don't think about these experiences much, since most occurred 30+ years ago; but I no longer scoff anytime someone relates a story of some sort of paranormal activity, either.
Whether the "no-nonsense" employee heard or saw anything is anybody's guess, because she never acted like anything unusual had happened.
@Kiekiat I get the chills from the description of the cackling noise. I've heard similar stories from others. I'd never heard of the "Old Crone Experience". Something else to not look forward to! @Thaydra They let the girl go in? Did you make sure to cut their man cards in half? :-)
@Lex Screw that! I would've been at the closest Marriott... Or something. That's way too paranormal for me! (The Movie)
Thank you all for sharing! Although now I'v e got a case of the Bejeebies thinking back to the things I've seen.
Ever since I had a NDE back in 1998, I have been very sensitive to the paranormal stuff.. I was haunted for 2 years in my old apartment, cabinet doors opening up on their own, end table doors opening and closing rapidly.. Caught some pretty awesome EVP's and had a weird ghost box session with a very cranky spirit.... Can't forget the shadow's.. It is something I am interested in, and for some odd reason, it just doesn't scare me.. just startles me to see a shadow move out of the way, and leaves me standing there with a dumbfounded look on my face, like wtf? :)
R.S. wrote: "@Kiekiat I get the chills from the description of the cackling noise. I've heard similar stories from others. I'd never heard of the "Old Crone Experience". Something else to not look forward to! ..."
hahahaha... I gave them loads of crap for a long time! It is pretty amusing. I know it was because they knew i had "experience" with that sort of thing, and it didn't bother me, but it was still good fodder to hold over them for a good long while. =D
