I'm still rather on the fence whether or not I believe in ghosts. But I have had some eerie experiences in my life, mainly dream-related.
The summer after I first moved out of my parents' house, I had a boyfriend who lived with his mother out in the countryside. We had dozens of parties out there, since his mother was out of town and there's not much else to do in a hick/cow/college-town when all the college students are at home with their families. (Population without students: 5000, unless you count the cows.) "It's a pretty little valley in the center of the state, it's Ellensburg, Washington!" You can probably guess by now that I grew up there.
Ahem. Anyway, during a party while we were gathered around a table in the basement, someone asked my boyfriend about his trouble-making ghost. "What ghost?" I asked.
They proceeded to share random stories with me -- glasses knocked off of tables and breaking, random objects thrown, doors opening and closing. Keep in mind there were no cats residing at this house, and the dogs were outdoors-only. Someone mentioned the ghost seemed to hate girls in particular. I asked what they meant. A mutual friend said that she was hanging out in the basement with my boyfriend one day, when she said aloud "your ghost is a real b****", and not two seconds later, a book fell from the shelf above her and landed on her head.
I rolled my eyes as they told their stories and chalked everything up as mere coincidence. People just love to believe ghosts live in old houses. My parents' house was built circa 1910 and we didn't have any problems. I was deathly afraid of my closet, sure, but that was my mother's fault. (Why did she have to tell me there was enough space for two coffins between my closet and my parents'? Seriously!)
There were two rooms in my boyfriend's house I never entered: my boyfriend's mother's room and the guest bedroom. The doors were always shut as there was simply no reason to go in either.
A few nights after learning about the supposed ghost, I had a dream that I was in the guest bedroom, staring into a framed oval mirror with a bit of a patina. The face in the mirror was not my own. I picked up my coat from the lofted bed and everything vanished around me. Next I was behind the church with my boyfriend, laughing and playing in the snow with him. We threw snowballs at one another then he shoved me into the snow to "whitewash" me. (For those of you who didn't grow up with snow, that means he tried to cover me completely in snow.) Suddenly I was standing over him and myself, still wrestling. He coated her in snow and she laughed, then she turned her head to look at me and smile evilly. The ghost girl was in my body!
I faintly recall that my boyfriend also appeared to be in a soldier's uniform. It's a bit fuzzy -- this was a little over a decade ago. I just sort of recall having an impression that this ghost woman perceived him to be someone from her past.
I woke up from the dream in a cold sweat. Tried to shake it off. Stupid ghost stories. Everyone was just trying to freak me out.
The next morning I told him I thought his ghost hated girls because she had a crush on him. "She?" he asked. "I saw her in a dream," I said. I asked him if there was a mirror on the east wall of the guest bedroom. Yes, he said. It was some antique his mother had picked up many years ago. I asked him if the bed was lofted. He said yes. Tall wardrobe by the door? Yes. I demanded that he show me the room right away because I was certain he was just toying with me.
The room that he showed me looked exactly like the room in my dream. And no, the door had never been left cracked open, my subconscious hadn't recorded what was in there, nor had I ever wandered in drunk. (I was always "designated driver".) I'd say I was shocked but it's not the first time I've seen a location with mental clarity before actually visiting it in person.
Because it's not odd for me to "see" things before I'm actually in the situation, I figured perhaps I'd visited the room in my dream, and my brain just made up the rest.
Still, it was rather odd. I've had other dreams of seeing my body with other spirits in it, and dreams of sharing my body with other spirits. I've also had dreams of being in other people's bodies, which I usually don't realize until after I've been called someone else's name or I look in a mirror and see someone else's face. Fortunately, these are only dreams.
Not sure what the takeaway is from all this. Just randomly remembered, and thought perhaps it was time I shared something here since everyone else has been so generous with their stories. Please forgive me for my unending love of tangents and parentheses. Thank you for reading through!