I'm probably not the best at putting stories into written words, so bare with me. One of my most significant paranormal/ghost experiences happened in the small town I live in, Richmond Kentucky. It was summer, approximately year 2010, a day just like any other typical one.
Some friends and I decided to go hang at a local park, have lunch, and just hang out. We'd been to Wendy's to get some food, went back to the park and ate, then walked around a while. In the middle of the park, there's this old house, which in its day, was a mansion. Hence its name, Irvine McDowell mansion, on the sign in front of it.
Anyways, we walked around for a while, then noticed there was a baseball game at the field that attaches to the park, so we went over and watched some of it. A pretty uneventful, boring day at that point. We weren't really big fans of baseball, so soon we wandered off and walked around some more.
Ending up sitting on the steps of the house, the three of us talked about work, plans for the weekend, and caught up on what had been going on in our lives, since we didn't see each other very often. We talked for an hour or so, and this guy walked up and started talking to us, his name was Ben. He introduced himself, and asked how our day was going, then proceeded to tell us some "info" on the house.
He went on about when the house was built, who lived there through the years when it was occupied, then told us about a family who had supposedly died in the house. He didn't know how, or very much detailed info about what happened, so we politely nodded as the story went on, and eventually he left. We all brushed off the shoulder and just assumed he was a college student trying to "scare" us, since the park was in the middle of campus.
At this point it was around 5:00-5:30 pm, and we all decided to leave the park and go home, mostly out of boredom, partly because we had things to do. We all said our goodbyes, got up, and headed to our cars. This is where the story gets interesting.
As we were walking away, maybe about 10 feet from the house, I heard what sounded like someone pecking on a window, so I asked my friends if they "heard that", and they said they hadn't. We turned back towards the house. Me being stubborn, I insisted I heard something or someone tap on one of the windows of the house. My friends thought I was making it up, I'm sure.
Then and there, as I looked at the bottom windows, and then the top, I saw one of the most frightening, unbelievable things I've ever seen in my life. Something I will never forget.
In the top right window, I saw a little girl, I would say approximately 9 years old, in a white dress, with grey skin, and solid black eyes staring straight down at me and my friends. They saw it too, and none of us could, or would for that matter, move a muscle. We were frozen in fear for probably a minute, until someone came up and asked us what we were looking at.
We turned around to acknowledge their question, told them we were just looking at the house, and we turned back around, reluctantly, and to our surprise the little girl was gone. Neither of the three of us said a word, went to our cars, and left.
This story will bring a lot of nay sayers, and disbelievers, I'm sure. But 100% is true, and my two friends, and myself, will never forget what we saw that day. I haven't went back to that park since, and I have no intentions to ever again.
Stay tuned, there will be more stories of my experiences to come. Thanks for reading!