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Subj: My Own True Ghost Story
Date: 98-03-21 00:44:15 EST
From: CardyNews@webtv.net (Bruce Miller)
It was the fall of 1979, my grandfather passed away, (in the hospital) the previous month and my grandmother wanted to rent me her mobile home in Greenacres, Florida so she could move back permanently to her home in Coco Beach, Florida. I was living in a high priced apartment complex in West Palm at the time so this would be my chance to save some money and help my grandma at the same time. I cleaned, painted, and fixed. Everything was fine for the first three months, then on a dark and stormy night, (wouldn't you know it) I was home alone, watching TV in the living room. I heard a thud, I looked around behind me towards the master bedroom and much to my shock saw a white, smokey figure, unmistakably my grandfather, walk past the bedroom doorway. Well, the first thing I felt was this warm rush of blood through my body which is probably better defined as fright. I jumed out of the recliner and just kind of stood frozen in the middle of the living room floor staring at the bedroom waiting for him to walk by again. He never did, at least not that night.
Six months later, after I had pretty much forgotten about the incident, it was the middle of the day and I was at the kitchen sink washing dishes, listening to the TV. Something came on the program I wanted to see, so I walked to the living room, watched a few minutes then turned around to go back into the kitchen. Yes, you guessed it! There was the exact same ghostly figure walking past the master bedroom doorway. This time I was taken aback but braver, maybe because it was daylight? I ran back to the bedroom but there was nothing, no ghost, no smoke, not even a sense of smell, nothing. I told some family and friends of both incidents and got the usual, are you crazy, yeah right, kind of looks.
1981, two years later. My life is very different. My Cuban girlfriends mother is living with us. She stays home all day cooking and cleaning. One night at dinner she tells us about the ghostly figure she has been seeing walking past our bedroom doorway. She didn't want to say anything because she didn't want us to think she was crazy. Needless to say I was in shock and wanted to know more. She couldn't tell me more. She only saw, on numerous occassions, a white ghostly figure walking past the master bedroom's doorway. "But what did it look like?" I asked. She described my grandfather to a tee. She had never met him. He usually wore beige kacky work shirt and pants, a hat and always chewing on an unlit cigar. I ran for my box of photograhs, found one of my grandfather, and now she was in shock. "That's the ghost!" she cried. "That's him!"
1992, eleven years later. My grandparents mobile home had long been sold. I lived in Okeechobee County Florida for about five years with a little plot of land and a lot of farm animals. I was driving up to the lake one day to go fishing. While I was sitting at the traffic light I glanced over at the mobile home business on the corner. In the rear of the lot were the used mobile homes. Was that my grandparents mobile home I could see way in the back? There was that warm rush of blood again. Call it the "creeps" this time! I had to be sure, so I drove over to investigate. It was pretty much in shambles, no front door, borken windows, holes in the floor, completely falling apart. Is this really it? What was it doing in Okeechobee about 100 miles away from Greenacres? I still had to be sure so I went inside snooping around. No I didn't see any ghost but I found the weathered plastic numbers from the top of the old mailbox at the Greenacres address on the floor of my old bedroom closet.
I never will understand if the ghost was tring to communicate something or why it chose to only show itself to my X-girlriend's mother and me. But more strangely, why did that old trailer seem to follow me all the way out to the country in Okeechobee?
Oh yeah, I didn't take that souvenir I found in the bedroom closet. After I found those plastic numbers, I dropped them in my mad rush to get outta there.