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Date: Wed, 22 Jul 1998 00:21:51 -0700 (PDT)
To: guestbook@ghosts.org
yourname z carrell
email carrell@gateway.net
I have only had one experience that has made me think I have actually seen a ghost. Although my mother has seen things on occasion and has even had dreams that came true (so many, that her best friend refuses to hear anymore of her dreams)I have never seen anything that I couldn't explain as my overactive imagination......until this one.
In the late 70's my husband and I and our three kids had been visiting my in-laws in a very small oil town in west Texas only 20 miles from our home. We had stayed later than usual so my mother-in-law suggested we stay the night in a mobile home they had in their back property. They had purchased this mobile home for my mother-in-law's mother who was unable to care for herself. After about a year she became too ill for my in-laws to care for so she was moved to a nursing home. The trailer had been empty for a while but most everything was still there so we decided we would stay. We put the sheets on the beds and got the kids down and as it was already very late we fell right to sleep.
I want you to know that I admit to being the sort of person that can be easily spooked but for some reason I never felt the least bit uncomfortable being there that night.
We slept through the night and not being in my own bed I awoke very early even though it had been a late night. The room we were in was the master bedroom. The room had dark paneling with built in cabinets and drawers with a closet on the far side of the room and a decorative mirror that have gold veins running through it on the opposite wall.
The sun had not come up yet although there was just enough light to see my darkened reflection in the veined mirror as I sat up in bed. I have long hair and was trying to straighen out my hair in the mirror when I saw reflected behind me what looked like a man sitting on the end of my husband side of the bed. I felt no fear at this point because it was still too shadowy to see clearly and as I turned around I could see nothing. Looking back into the mirror I could again see the image so I turned to see how the built-ins on the opposite wall could possibly make the shadowy figure. This went on for several minutes. Every time I looked into the mirror he was there, as the sun started rising the image became clearer and I still looked to see how this image was appearing. I looked at the veins in the mirror to see if somehow they were making it appear as if there was someone there but none of the veins had anything to do with the outline. It was still dark but the sun was gi! ! ving off enough light that color was starting to appear. That was when I started to get spooked because when I looked in the mirror I could see quite plainly that the man was wearing a red jersey with white numbers on it the kind that football players wear. I looked around and there was nothing of any kind of color in that room not even our bedding. When I looked in the mirror I saw a young man with long blond hair and a mustache he was looking straight at me not my reflection but me. He did not look menacing but he didn't look friendly either. I sat frozen and just stared at him until with the rising sun he vanished. It was then that I heard footstep going up and down the hallway. That is when I awoke my husband and told him what had happened, my husband doesn't go in for this sort of stuff but he also heard the footstep and decided we should get the kids and get out of there. As we were walking up to his parents house I asked him not to tell his parents because I was! ! starting to feel foolish and embarrassed about the whole thing. But the first thing he did was tell his mother. She looked at me and said you know mother was always telling me there was a man in her house and she couldn't make him leave, one day she was actually running terrified from the trailer and I asked her what she was doing and she said that the man was after her. My mother-in-law had just put it off as senility. I'm not so sure about that. But I can tell you I never went into that trailer again.
It was some time after that, that my in-laws sold the trailer. When looking at the papers on the mobile home they learned that the trailer had been owned by a young man from their town who had died in a car accident. He had played on the high school football team. The team colors were red and white.