If any of you read the story I posted first, you will know what my first ghostly experience was like! At the house I lived in as a child, I had many experiences there after that one!
I remember I was having a sleep over with my best friend from school. Mom let us sleep in her double bed. I can't remember why, but I'm guessing it was because I used to be terrified to stay in my own room, it was creepy! My friend and I were trying to sleep. Well, I was. I thought my friend had fallen asleep!
All of a sudden I heard the loudest BANG I had ever heard. It came from my room (the one I was scared to stay in). The bang was followed by the sound of heavy clanking chains hitting the floor. It reminded me of a ball and chain (classic ghostly association, I now know).
Feeling scared, while thinking that there was nothing in my room that could make such a sound and there definitely was not any heavy chains, I waited for a few seconds before I said to my friend, "Did you hear that!?" Straight away she replied, "YES!" she had heard it too, she too was scared!
Straight after we established that we both heard it we shot up out of bed and ran down the stairs to my mom. We began to explain, "We just heard..." but before we had chance to finish, my mom said, "A loud bang." She said, "Yes, I heard it too". We was too scared to go back to bed on our own and waited up until my mom was ready for bed. She had to stay in the room with us!
I remember I could not sleep as I was thinking too much about it. I knew those two was asleep and I felt alone. My eyes was open, just looking around the room when all of a sudden in front of the bed... Something began to appear.
It was not as solid as the first ghost I saw. This one was a little bit transparent but still solid enough to notice detail. What had appeared in front of me was a man, an old man. He had thin shoulder-length white hair, scruffy looking, and he had white stubble. He was wearing a suit, only without a tie, and his white shirt looked tatty and dirty and his jacket look too big for him and that was tatty looking too.
The man was facing the side looking to the left of me. Not long after he had fully appeared, he turned his head slowly without moving his body, and he winked one eye at me! I saw his eyes contact mine, he knew I was there! I did not see him disappear as I put my head under the quilt and stayed there until morning came.
I did not tell anyone about it at the time, but years later when we had moved, I told my mom about it. She said to me that she saw the ghost of a man downstairs that had the same description. She had seen him poke his head around the living room door!
The loud bang followed by the sound of heavy chains, could not be associated with the man that appeared? Or do you think they are connected? Both the sounds and the ghost are great experiences to remember.
I look forward to sharing more of my experiences with you.