Oh gosh, I'm so surprised by this thread and how few people have responded. I have seen ghosts and photographed many types of ectoplasm type images. I must be a natural medium.
But this isn't about me.
The ghost story that I shall tell here occurred when I was about nine years of age. My dad was an attorney but his real joy was building homes. He built exotic homes for our family which meant that I was a lonely child moving from one neighborhood to the next in my childhood. In one of the rental homes that my family lived in there lived a ghost that I got a nano second view of. The house was old and large; it had six bedrooms. My sister's bedroom was downstairs where most of the activity took place. I thought she was so brave going to bed downstairs, but she was an adult at the time. I loved how this house had an elevator to the downstairs...very unique in the 1970 time period. There was also a graveyard across the highway in the back of this house, but I'm unsure if that had anything to do with it. There was a ramp going up along side the front steps and I'm sure that played into my imagination just like the graveyard. I don't want you to believe in ghosts; just want you to understand what may have motivated my sighting or hallucination. I was only nine and everyone in the our home was getting sick which was highly unusual for my healthy active family. Although my siblings and parents were normally vigorous in activity and everyone was really healthy; it didn't seem so in this house. My dad would say to us right before we moved into the new house, "puking and crapping, we're moving out of the fu%^^ng house!" I was shocked by his words and the fact that he, a no nonsense parent, believed what I had to say one morning at breakfast.
I want to first say that for many months my family shared experiences of knocking and banging, but oddly squeaky wheel sounds as well. We all heard the noises and brushed those noises off as old house noises. One night though, as I awakened like I do every night, an ice sculpture man in a wheelchair looked at me from my bedroom door. I shut my eyes, opened them again and he smiled. I shut my eyes, and then opened them to find him wheel chairing himself away into invisible space in the kitchen. Of course I'll always believe that poor man lives in his home from another time on earth and I always hope the human occupants are kind to him.
I have always had a relationship with the unseen world. They are not always bad, not always lost souls, nor are they always good and kind. They are just like us, unique in every way. I must be very fortunate to have these experiences, but my inner gut tells me that more of you have similar experiences to share, but maybe it's an embarrassment. Anyhow, anytime you need a paranormal anomaly story, just ask me...I have a few to tell. Nighty night.
