Yo, what’s up? I am running a bit behind today, so this is going to be just the bonus ghost story that I promised to share every day in October. Disclaimer: If you don’t believe in ghosts, stop reading and don’t comment on how you think it’s nonsense.
So, I’ve mentioned that I grew up in a haunted house, and I am living there now. Well, the grounds are haunted too. See, there is a creek that runs behind the house, and I know that brought folks on these lands before it was a neighborhood. We have found iron tent poles and horse bits in the yard. I believe that Civil War soldiers were here at one time.
Here’s why: Twice when I was a kid, I saw two spirits in my room — the same room where I am now! These were two men, dressed in Civil War attire. One was tall and lanky and the other was a bit shorter and built like a football player. I saw them at two different spots in my room, but both times they stared at me for a bit, then floated toward the same area and disappeared.
I was a kid (maybe 12 or 13 years old), so I was better at seeing spirits. I do not really have that ability anymore. But I can sense spirits, and I know that these two guys hang around mainly at the bottom of our yard where the creek is. I sense that they were sick and died on this land. But, of course, I have absolutely no way to prove any of that. It’s just what I feel.
As a kid, though, seeing that was terrifying. Talk about not being able to sleep for days afterward. But I stayed in that room because it is a huge room, and I could have a TV in there. So, a few sleepless nights was tolerable because, hey, TV! Now that I’m an adult, those feelings don’t really get to me anymore, unless the presence is bad. Anyway, that’s my story for the day!
Sorry for the short post. I really do need to get started on work in a few minutes. Until next time!