So, the first ghost I ever saw was standing over my bed looking down at me.
When our eyes met, she started shaking her finger at me and saying, “Well, Well, Well.”. I had no idea what she was referring to or why she would be saying that. I was 15; I wasn’t a bad teenager, wasn’t into anything bad or crazy. I was just trying to get to sleep and thinking about school the next day. And there she was.
And I was totally freaked out.
I did the whole pulling-the-covers-over-my-head thing, absolutely terrified to poke my head out. But, the need for air got the best of me and so I stuck my head out.
And she wasn’t there.
And I never saw her again.
But I did see a really tall man peering down at me one night when I fell asleep on the couch. This was probably 4 years later, in the same house. He was looking at me with such curiosity and interest. He was dressed like a farmer, if a farmer has a dress code (you know, dirty jeans, plaid flannel shirt (I am NOT trying to piss off all the farmers out there!)). He was really tall with short silver hair and really kind eyes. Kinda like Ralph, but taller and thinner.
Then he simply stood up, rose up above the couch, and left through the patio doors.
Never saw him again either.
Same house, probably 2 years later, I was in bed trying to get to sleep one night, had the house to myself, when one of the stools at the kitchen island started moving around. I could hear it above me, like someone had just stood up and pushed it back a bit so they could walk away. That one really startled me for some reason – even more than actually seeing them. I’m not the only one who has had an experience in this house (PS: house has no history except ours. We cleared the land and built it). My aunt was vacuuming one afternoon when she was tapped on the shoulder and asked, “What are you doing?”. She thought it was one of us fooling around and frustratingly turned around shouting, “I’m vacuuming, what does it look like?”
Only nobody was there. We were out for the day. Nobody was home except her.
I moved out then, into town. Never really thought much of it again. Never told anyone about the first two experiences, and never saw them again. The voice asking “what are you doing?” was never heard again.
Not very exciting really but it was a haunting none the less. I should ask my brother if he every saw or heard anything there in that house. He’s never mentioned it, but I do know that he sees ghosts too… because he saw the one that was haunting my house about 20 years later.
That is Ghost Story # 3, and that one will come later…
when your child NAPS.
I know halloween is long past, but seeing as my new favourite show is 
I’m a great mom.
