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Date: Mon, 5 Oct 1998 13:04:26 -0700 (PDT)
To: guestbook@ghosts.org
address anonymous
story My story is a little lengthy but I hope it's worth your while. I do recall most of the details clearly although I was only around 8 or 9 years of age at the time of the incident. My parents had moved us to Greensboro,N.C because of their new job and of course none of us kids were thrilled. This is where I met my soon to be friend Mary... Mary and her older sister (who's name I don't recall) lived with their grandparents, and the whereabouts of her parents, was always a mistery...along with many things involving her family. I faintly recall her mentioning something like her father was in prison, but she never really mentioned anything about her mother... whom she clearly missed. Anyway, getting to the "spooky" part: Like most of the homes in the area, Mary's had a basement, but her's was one of those really irie kind, you know, the kind you don't want to hangout alone in for any amount of time. This one was stashed with really old objects, among them an old barber typ! ! e chair; in the far back there was a old boarded up door with a lock... this was the center of most of my fears. (being piscis I believe in psychic sensitive habilities) I was never told what was on the other side...and to be honest, I'm not so sure I really wanted to know. Although, she did tell me some weird story about how one of her great,great,great grandmothers was some sort of nurse and she preformed surgery in that chair..... just seemed kinda creepy! Well, we spent many afternoons in that basement listening to music and crashed out on an old matress... and one evening I was invited to spend the night...this was to be the first and "last" time! Mary's sister was in her teens, and she had a boyfriend who spent many nights at their home; since his mother had recently passed away. That evening was no exception, us girls squeezed into the bed and he crashed on the floor. I don't recall how we got on the subject, but he began telling us that some nights he would wake up! ! to find his mother standing at the foot of his bed watching him and then she'd dissapear. So we stayed on the subject for hours after, Mary's sister telling stories she'd heard of the house and her family... this of course made everyone uncomfortable. Soon, we heard their pet chow "Red" barking franticaly, (mary's sister looked out the window) his pen was directly attached to the outside basement wall and he was looking into the basement window and scratching it madly...seconds later Mary's sister started to loose it, she was freaking out and saying she saw a ghost. I didn't know if she was serious or not, but by the look in her eyes and the color of her face... I knew something was going on. Only seconds later we all crammed closely together on the bed and what happened next I'll never forget: you know "the feeling" you get when there's a presence in the room with you... well it was thick! All four of us looked straight at the open doorway at the same time...and there it ! ! was! It was misty white and very large, but you really couldn't make out a face. Needless to say we where completely in shock..no one spoke a word for what seemed a long time...then Mary's sister started screaming at the top of her lungs, so that her grandfather woke up and came running down the hallway...of course the ghost vanished instantly. He asked us what the **** was going on..but by the terrified look it didn't take much for him to figure it out! We told him we had been speaking of spirits and one had just appeared by the door...and rather than telling us to "get real"...he got very p.o'd and started yelling at Mary and her sister telling them they knew better then to mention them in that house because they would start haunting again??? After he lectured them for a few minutes he stomped back to bed...and Mary turned to me and said "please, don't ever tell anyone what you saw in our house....not a soul...if you do...they will move into your house too, and haunt you a! ! lways... Well, that was enough to traumatize me for the rest of my days...I'm still sketchy about telling my story... but oh well! I broke down in tears and told my mother when I was in my late teens, but although I've had a few "weird" experiences, none as real as that one! Hope I didn't bore you to much...thanks!