This story happened 40 something years ago. I was 9 years old at the time. My parents and I had just moved to Berkeley, California from Lancaster, California because my older 11 year old sister had just passed from cancer. My father found us a small house which had just been built. In back of it, on the same property, was a beautiful old Edwardian home. There are only two more houses from that era in the neighborhood. Also, the house we moved into and the old house behind it were both right next to a creek.
As I said the house was tiny. My parents had one room, I the other. It was a stressful and sad time for the whole family as you can imagine. I don't know if that played a part in what happened to me. Guess I'll never know. At any rate this happened maybe 3 to 6 months after we moved in. Even before my encounter, I constantly heard voices in the front yard calling my name. I would look around for my mom (the voices were female) and she would be nowhere in sight. Sometimes she wasn't even home.
One night I woke up out of a sound sleep and there was an old man standing to the side of my bed, right next to my face. I could see him very clearly, as I slept with the door open and the hall light on. He was crystal clear. Totally solid. I could see the freckles and hair on his arms. I was absolutely terrified. What was this old guy doing in a little girl's room? I just figured he was some friend of my parents had wandered in my room but I was still totally terrified. I started screaming my head off! Honestly I don't remember what he was wearing. His face was thin and he had white hair. I think he had overalls on. Like a farmer.
Immediately my dad ran in the room and leaned over to hug me. But my dead leaned RIGHT THROUGH the old man! I was hugging my dad and seeing the man standing through him at the same time! You think I was freaked out before? I double, triple freaked out! I was screaming at the top of my lungs! So I yelled "Daddy! Turn on the lights! Turn on the lights!" My dad went to the light switch (man still standing there) and when the lights flicked on, he was gone.
This caused me to be terrified to sleep by myself and in the dark. I forced one of my parents to sleep with me for the next few years. I mean it was a terrible problem they had with me. I feel bad for getting between their marriage like that.
I have never EVER forgotten this experience. You might say it caused me to become obsessed on the subject of ghosts. I have read every book I can get my hands on. I joined a paranormal investigation group for sometime. I appreciate that the man who started the group had us investigate as scientifically as possible. I have craved to have another experience just to reassure myself it wasn't some kind of hallucination. I had one more crazy experience which I will share with you soon.
Thanks so much for reading this!