I Believe In Ghosts
I've always had a kind of tenuous perception of presences around me. As far back as age 3 or 4, evidently, I would come inside telling my parents about "the man with the hat" who was out in the back yard, playing with me. They, of course, never found any trace of a person when they would go out to check.
There was a small, nondescript house we lived in for a few years that always scared me, and gave me bad dreams - all for no apparent reason. This was true whether it was day or night, empty or full of people, etc. There was always something about the house, which I assumed was just me, but the day we moved, the fears and bad dreams vanished.
Other houses had shadows, moments, etc - places in hallways where shapes would repeatedly pass, furniture that would shift from time to time like someone was sitting and then departing.
My current home - when I moved in, I was setting up the washing machine, which had been in storage for a while. two of the feet had been taken off and stowed inside the washer. Except they weren't there any longer. Fortunately, the house had a bequest - a garage with built in workbench, whose drawers had 50 years of any kind of screw, nail or bolt. I fished through for a while, found bolts the right size, and put them on the washer. Finished with that 30 minutes later, I returned my tools to the garage ... at which time I discovered, sitting right in front of the garage door were the two feet. Sure, they could've come out of a box as I was unpacking - but no boxes had made it to the garage yet, whether for breakdown or storage. Also, I'd walked in and out of that door half a dozen times and would've tripped over the feet had they been there before. Someone else could have dropped them there - if there was anyone else in the house.
Not an amazing story, but a tangible, measurable one.
There was a small, nondesc
Other houses had shadows, moments, etc - places in hallways where shapes would repeatedly pass, furniture that would shift from time to time like someone was sitting and then departing.
My current home - when I moved in, I was setting up the washing machine, which had been in storage for a while. two of the feet had been taken off and stowed inside the washer. Except they weren't there any longer. Fortunately, the house had a bequest - a garage with built in workbench, whose drawers had 50 years of any kind of screw, nail or bolt. I fished through for a while, found bolts the right size, and put them on the washer. Finished with that 30 minutes later, I returned my tools to the garage ... at which time I discovered, sitting right in front of the garage door were the two feet. Sure, they could've come out of a box as I was unpacking - but no boxes had made it to the garage yet, whether for breakdown or storage. Also, I'd walked in and out of that door half a dozen times and would've tripped over the feet had they been there before. Someone else could have dropped them there - if there was anyone else in the house.
Not an amazing story, but a tangible, measurable one.
By:
openshadows
Age:
46-50
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Male
