I'll come out and say this. Yes, I believe in ghosts. Laugh all you want, but I have seen crap I can't explain logically. Since it's Halloween, here's one of my encounters. Yes, this is entirely true, no bullshit. First, however, there needs to be some back story.
When I was four, we were driving back to my Great Aunt's house from dinner. We got stuck in traffic and moseyed our way up. There was a lot of flashing lights, several cop cars and an ambulance. I asked what happened. "Looks like someone got hit by a car," my dad said from the driver's seat. "Looks like they were killed." I remember looking out the window and seeing the body laying covered by a sheet on the road. That gave me the chills. Still does. Well, we make it through the accident scene and continue on our way. We get to my Great Aunt's house. There's a cop car waiting there for her. Yeah, that accident we drove through? Turns out it was my cousin Kim that had been hit by that car. It was my cousin, who I loved dearly, that was lying on the street under that sheet.
Flash forward four years now. I'm 8. I was at my Great Aunt's house, playing in the backyard while everyone else was in the dining room. Everything's fine, middle of the day, a warm summer day, when suddenly I get cold. I don't mean a slight chill, I mean freaking cold. I look around the back yard, but there's nothing there. I felt the hairs on the back of my neck stand up and I could feel someone watching me. For some reason, I looked up at the second floor, to Kim's room, and I saw her looking out the window at me and smiling.
I didn't scream, I got up and ran inside the house. Everyone asked me what was wrong. I didn't answer, I bolted up stairs. Kim's door was shut, just like it always was. I took a deep breath, grabbed the handle, and opened it slowly.
The room was empty, the air still. Her dresser and bed were still there, untouched. Her black light posters still on the wall (It was the 70s after all), the closet doors shut. At that point I was sure it was my imagination until... My gaze fell upon the rocking chair by the closed window. It was aimed towards the window, like if you wanted to sit and look out of it. And, it was moving. I don't mean a slight moving back and forth, I mean the damn thing was rocking. Yeah. Now I was kind of freaked out.
I went back downstairs and asked if anyone had been in Kim's room. The answer was a unanimous "no." I come from a long line of pranksters, but, everyone knew you didn't joke about Kim. For years, when we stayed with my Great Aunt, I'd swear I'd see lights on the stairs, hear footsteps on the stairs and in Kim's room, and hear the rocking chair. It was freaky, yes, but, I never really felt at harm from it.
Once, I asked my Great Aunt about it. She seemed relieved to know that she wasn't the only one who'd seen and heard these things. I always half-joked that Kim, once she died, became my guardian angel. Part of me wants to go back to the house and try doing an EVP session, like you see on Ghost Hunters and Ghost Adventures, and part of me doesn't. My Aunt still lives in the house, so if it was anything malevolent, you'd have thought she would have bailed by now.
Well, that's one of my ghost stories. What about you all? Had anything freaky happen?
