My next encounter comes from when I was about 8 years old. My mother had gone to work and my siblings and myself were being watched by my grandparents. The house my grandparents lived in has been around since the 1800's. My mother told me once that an elderly man came to the house when she was a child and told her that he was born there. This was in the early 1960's.We know the house was at one time a boarding house. People all over my home town know of it. It's very hard to miss, especially since its been around since the early days of the town.
I love my grandparents. I always have and always will. However, I hated visiting them and it was all because of that house. From as far back as I can remember I have seen and heard things in that house that I have never been able to explain.
The house is huge. It was so big that there are some rooms in the house that I've only been in maybe once or twice since I was born. The room that I spent the most time in and experienced the most in was the Green Room. The Green Room was called this because my grandma had decorated the room with green bed spreads, curtains, and there was even a big green chair in the room. Honestly, even though I saw many spirits in the room, I still loved spending time in there. It just felt peaceful and calm to me.
One time, when I was little, I had taken a nap and woke up just as the sun was going down. When I opened my eyes a woman in an old maids uniform was standing in the doorway staring at me. She smiled, nodded, and walked out of the room. Although I could see straight through her, she acted as if she were just as solid as I was. Aside from that memorable encounter, I've seen disappearing men women and children running through the front yard, backyard and throughout the house. I would also wake up and see spirits standing over me while I slept. I could even here footsteps and people talking up in the attic even though the attic was completely closed off from the rest of the house.
These encounters scared me, but never enough to make me terrified to go back to that house. Only one instance caused me such fear that I was never able to be in the back part of the house alone again. What was so weird about this encounter is that it happened during the daytime. It wasn't even close to getting dark. My siblings and myself were being watched by my grandparents while my mom was at work. We were all in the living room watching TV, when I decided to go to the bathroom. So, I went into the bathroom in the back of the house. It was the master bathroom and was conjoined with my grandparent's bedroom.
As I left the bathroom, something caught my eye. It was something under the bed. Everything in me told me not to look and to just go back into the living room. However, because I have always been a curious person, I decided to look. From the bathroom doorway, I got down on my knees and peeped under the bed. At first, my eye refused to except exactly what they were seeing. For a few seconds I kept telling myself, "No. I'm not seeing this." But, I was.
As I looked out from the bathroom, I stared at a man hiding underneath my grandparents bed and he was staring right back at me. I looked him right in the face and he didn't even flinch. He just stared back at me with a drained, yet, upset look on his face. To this day I can't get his face out of my mind. I still remember exactly what he looks like. He was maybe in his early 30's and had wavy but slicked back hair. He looked as if he were biracial and had deep laugh lines on his face.
Obviously, seeing this man staring at me from under the bed scared the crap out of me. I was frozen in fear. All I could do was scream for help. My brothers ran into the room to check on me and I told them about the man under the bed. They checked it and the rest of the house, but found no one. Beneath the bed was empty. After I had calmed down, I talked to my mom about what had happened. She was shocked, not that I had seen a ghost but that I had seen the same man she and her sisters had seen when they were children.
When my mom was a little girl, her and her sister came home from school and found the same man standing in the same room I had seen him in. However, instead of hiding under the bed he was standing near the window. My mom and her sisters panicked and ran out of the house. They went to a neighbor and he immediately checked the entire house but found no one. The windows and doors, aside from the front door my mother and her sisters ran out of, were closed and locked. I'm not sure who this man is, but he's been attached to that house for far too long.
I love my grandparents. I always have and always will. However, I hated visiting them and it was all because of that house. From as far back as I can remember I have seen and heard things in that house that I have never been able to explain.
The house is huge. It was so big that there are some rooms in the house that I've only been in maybe once or twice since I was born. The room that I spent the most time in and experienced the most in was the Green Room. The Green Room was called this because my grandma had decorated the room with green bed spreads, curtains, and there was even a big green chair in the room. Honestly, even though I saw many spirits in the room, I still loved spending time in there. It just felt peaceful and calm to me.
One time, when I was little, I had taken a nap and woke up just as the sun was going down. When I opened my eyes a woman in an old maids uniform was standing in the doorway staring at me. She smiled, nodded, and walked out of the room. Although I could see straight through her, she acted as if she were just as solid as I was. Aside from that memorable encounter, I've seen disappearing men women and children running through the front yard, backyard and throughout the house. I would also wake up and see spirits standing over me while I slept. I could even here footsteps and people talking up in the attic even though the attic was completely closed off from the rest of the house.
These encounters scared me, but never enough to make me terrified to go back to that house. Only one instance caused me such fear that I was never able to be in the back part of the house alone again. What was so weird about this encounter is that it happened during the daytime. It wasn't even close to getting dark. My siblings and myself were being watched by my grandparents while my mom was at work. We were all in the living room watching TV, when I decided to go to the bathroom. So, I went into the bathroom in the back of the house. It was the master bathroom and was conjoined with my grandparent's bedroom.
As I left the bathroom, something caught my eye. It was something under the bed. Everything in me told me not to look and to just go back into the living room. However, because I have always been a curious person, I decided to look. From the bathroom doorway, I got down on my knees and peeped under the bed. At first, my eye refused to except exactly what they were seeing. For a few seconds I kept telling myself, "No. I'm not seeing this." But, I was.
As I looked out from the bathroom, I stared at a man hiding underneath my grandparents bed and he was staring right back at me. I looked him right in the face and he didn't even flinch. He just stared back at me with a drained, yet, upset look on his face. To this day I can't get his face out of my mind. I still remember exactly what he looks like. He was maybe in his early 30's and had wavy but slicked back hair. He looked as if he were biracial and had deep laugh lines on his face.
Obviously, seeing this man staring at me from under the bed scared the crap out of me. I was frozen in fear. All I could do was scream for help. My brothers ran into the room to check on me and I told them about the man under the bed. They checked it and the rest of the house, but found no one. Beneath the bed was empty. After I had calmed down, I talked to my mom about what had happened. She was shocked, not that I had seen a ghost but that I had seen the same man she and her sisters had seen when they were children.
When my mom was a little girl, her and her sister came home from school and found the same man standing in the same room I had seen him in. However, instead of hiding under the bed he was standing near the window. My mom and her sisters panicked and ran out of the house. They went to a neighbor and he immediately checked the entire house but found no one. The windows and doors, aside from the front door my mother and her sisters ran out of, were closed and locked. I'm not sure who this man is, but he's been attached to that house for far too long.
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