Just after my 6th birthday, my parents bought an old house in what was then a rural area. It was purported to be haunted, though Mom and Dad did not mention that to myself nor my brothers and sisters. I remember shortly after moving into the house, I left my bedroom and as I entered the hallway, a misty figure appeared before me. I screamed! Dad came running with Mom just behind him. I told him I saw God. Even now, after so many years, I can still see the knowing look he gave my mother.
You might think that whatever frightened me would have been thrown off by my screams, but the spirit kept coming back to me. He (I’ve always thought it was a he) would playfully lift me up and let me “fly” around the room when my parents were in another part of the house. Our house had high ceilings and he would fly me to the ceiling and let me look down on the room. Now, don’t start thinking I was dreaming or out of my mind. I was as sane as ever.
Of course, as I grew up he ceased letting me fly, but he stayed with me. When I was in high school, Mom and Dad opened up and talked about the ghostly noises they heard, but I kept mum. I thought they wouldn’t believe that their “ghost” and daughter were friends.
When I married, he followed me wherever we moved. I didn’t see him every day, but he would appear and stand next to me from time to time. My ghost was very respectful of my privacy and never entered my bedroom or bathroom, but I would often find him waiting in the hall when I opened the bedroom door.
One day, when my youngest was still small, we were all sitting on the porch sharing stories. I went in to get everyone something to drink. As I opened the refrigerator door, I felt my “friend’s” presence at my side. I turned and quietly said, “You are going to scare my sons.” He left and hasn’t made his presence known to me since.
I miss him and have tried to call him back. I may have released him from whatever bound him to Earth or perhaps he is still here but not making his presence known to me.
This was the first of many such occurrences I have had since then. I have many more stories to tell. Stay tuned, you never know when one will pop up.
Michelle says that she is “a reader, not a writer”. She writes and reviews at Book Chat, a blog dedicated to the books she loves and where she shares advice and information for writers.
She says of herself …
“After college, I entered the workforce, but soon left that behind when my children were born. While raising my sons, I embarked on a fulfilling volunteer path for such groups as our local children’s hospital, church, neighborhood association, PTA, classroom volunteer, Kindervelt, military academy parents’ organization, and Make-a-Wish. Volunteering enabled me to develop lifelong leadership skills and establish an extensive professional and social network. Of course, I have always been a voracious reader, seeking out books that are both fulfilling and enjoyable. I am married to my soul mate and have three amazing adult sons and two wonderful daughters-in-law. My grandchildren bring me the greatest joy imaginable.”
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If you have had a strange experience or encounter that you would like to share, please get in touch with me at firstname.lastname@example.org (or my usual email if you already have it) and we can discuss a guest post.
I am not looking for sensationalism or fictional tales… but in light of the response to some recent posts, I think it would be both useful and reassuring to others to realise that none of us are alone in these strange encounters and experiences and perhaps we can open discussion on what they may be or may mean.
If you would like to share your story but prefer to remain anonymous, we can discuss that too. If you would like to share your beliefs and opinions on the nature of these experiences, I would be happy to talk about a guest post. Through sharing with respect we may learn to understand our world and each other a little better.