Its already the end of the first week of September, and the creeper season is here! I don't know about you, but, I love this time of year. I get a thrill out of a good ghost story. You can find me scouring through the tv channels searching for a new episode of anything and everything paranormal. I'll even watch reruns.
I expecially enjoy the real life encounters people tell me about. Those are awesome! So I've decided to share one with all of you of my very own paranormal experience. I hope I can put it into words to help you feel as creeped out as I did during my encounter. You'll find it directly below ................................
I was probably eleven years old, my cousin was hanging out with us this weekend and it was already dark out. It was a cool night, I remember I had on pants so that tells me the weather was probably autumn, my cousin, brother, sister, and Mom sitting in a half circle on various recliners and sofas watching tv in our living room. I was bouncing around from room to room lividly bored from the country life when the phone rang, I raced over to the vintage dial up telephone perched on an equally vintage telephone stand against the far north living room wall. I grabbed it up with excitement eagerly saying.."hello!".. silence for a few seconds as I listened for the caller to speak. And then just before he spoke I looked around at all my relatives who was eagerly looking at me with anticipation as they asked "who is it, who is it!" I was silent, frozen with fear. I could hear something but I couldn't make out what it was. My cousin who was sitting at my feet at this point leaned towards me with his eyes growing wider he asked.."is it grandma?".. I couldn't speak, still frozen. And then I heard something. It was a mans voice, and at first it sounded like my uncle when he said.."hey little girl".. but, by the end of the word girl I knew it was wrong. But I said hi anyways and then I went silent again.. my family stared at and as the man spoke again I gained a paleness in my skin that shook my cousin sitting at my feet. He said.. "who is it! Give me the phone!" But he sat frozen at my feet. I turned and looked out the window of the front door that shot right across the yard to the shed at the back of our garage. I nearly fainted from holding my breathe and I hung up the phone slowly as I looked back at my cousin. As he said.." you look like you just saw a ghost!" I told him with a stiff face.."I did" and I pointed to the shed but when every one looked all that was there was a dangling telephone. My cousin asked me what the person said to me and I told him.. He said. " little girl behave, im watching you."
and I told him what I saw.
when I looked out the window, there was a tall man in dated close, his hair was brown wavy scraggly, he was holding the garage phone to his ear and was looking right at me and was learned against the door frame to that shed. His boots were grey and his pants were held up by suspenders, his shirt was worn and dingy almost a sweat stained off white pure cotton. He had an equally brown scraggly beard.
All of us where frightened since we lived in an old school house that had a strange history. Built in the mid 1800s and most of the original building was still in use by us. So I'm sure you can relate when I say none of us went to bed early that night. Frankly I don't recall ever sleeping that night. And I'll never forget the distorted voice I heard and the equally ghost ghost man I saw that night looking directly back at me. It was a clear sign we where not alone..
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