Since my last stories, a lot of you know we have relocated. We really have been on a vacation "from" the paranormal activities from our previous house. The entity we were co-existing with took exception to our move and threw a temper tantrum and caused physical harm to me for the first and last time. Http://www.yourghoststories.com/real-ghost-story.php?story=22867
The past sixteen months have absolutely zero activity to deal with. I have to admit I have missed the fun part that we did enjoy.
A good friend of ours renovated an older building located just a "rock's throw" (50-60 yards) from the courthouse I work in. He and his partner made it into a really nice restaurant and bar called the "109". Our downtown has really been seeing a change. Anyways, Jennifer and I meet our oldest daughter and her boyfriend for dinner on Dec. 3rd.
The bottom floor was the main dining area along with the bar set up along the back wall that came about half way into the dining floor. There were two staircases that went up to the loft that contained couches, lounge chairs and other comfortable setting options.
We took our seats and I was immediately drawn to the loft. I suggested that we go take a look at it; however, our waitress showed to welcome us and take our drink order. I shrug off the idea and visited with everyone.
About halfway through our meal, which was freaking awesome, I felt the tug again to go up stairs. I suggested that after we finished eating that we should go check it out and that's what we did.
The four of us chose a nice setting area and sat down. I couldn't put my finger on what it was about the loft. I didn't "feel" anything amiss or off.
After a short time we decided to go back downstairs and take seats at the bar. We ordered a round of drinks and started visiting with other patrons. We were having a really good time. The atmosphere was joyful and fun. The owner came over and sat and visited for a bit before returning to his duties. From our seats at the bar we could easily look up into the loft area. I ended up setting on the far right of the four of us and closest to the loft.
We had been at the bar for about an hour or so when suddenly I felt a HUGE tug to look up toward the loft. Dang, the goose bumps! Standing just a few feet from the edge was a little girl staring straight down at me. She was about six years old wearing a "dated" plain white night gown that came down to her mid-calves. She had dark shoulder length hair and did not have any expression on her young face. She was just as solid as solid could be.
The second our eyes meet I felt a large knot in my chest that seemed to fall to my stomach. I was completely overwhelmed with the feeling of sadness, loneliness, and grief. Everything else seemed to disappear. The sounds of the restaurant, Jennifer and friends talking... It is really hard to explain. We held our gaze for at least a full minute until Jennifer grabbed my arm. I turned toward her with eyes full of tears and the look of horror. I quickly looked back up to the loft and she was gone.
Jennifer grabbed my arm again and I turned back toward her. She asked "WTH did you see"? I was a complete mess. I still had this HUGE knot in my stomach and could feel ALL those feelings. I quickly looked back up and back around to Jennifer. By this time our daughter and boyfriend were leaving their seats to come to my aid. I couldn't get a comprehensible answer for them for a moment.
I eventually told them what I experienced. My daughter's boyfriend's jaw hit the floor. He explained that his grandmother told him of a little girl that fell from the loft in the mid-30's. They recently were talking about the renovations that were taking place at the 109. Well, to say the least that completely ruined my night. I went from having a really nice time to a blubbering fool in about a minute's time.
I couldn't shake the feelings I was left with. The little buzz I had was completely gone. Our friend brought his partner over and introduced her to me. She explained that during the process of renovating they experienced quite a bit of activity. She stated that they never did see the little girl.
It took several days for those feelings to fade away. All I can think about is she's only a "stone's throw" away from where I work forty hours a week. What is up with the "feeling" thing. This is the first time that has ever happened. Scared the crap out of me! Still scares the poop out of me! Of all the experiences I have had this was only the third time to actually see something. The first was the black mass (They Don't Like Vacuuming) and "Mr. Winfred".
At this point I can't ever see me going back to the "109". I hate that because it was a really cool place and I would like to support my friend and his endeavors. So any help would be appreciated. Sorry for the rambling. It was the only way I could get it out.