I have submitted this story years ago to the About.com's ghost story site. It seems to have gone defunct, so since I landed here, I have decided to share it with YGS crew!
My Father was a remarkable carpenter and talented builder of custom homes. My husband and I bought a lot near Mom & Dads, as they were getting on in years and we wanted to be in the neighborhood in case they needed us. Dad was our first choice to help us build the house, even though he had suffered a couple of strokes, had surgery on his arteries to correct the situation and was still of sound mind and just itching for a challenge! He and I designed the house together, and Dad sub contracted the construction out to his tried and true resources. We lived in that home for many years, loving it and feeling quite lucky. The lot was 3/4 of an acre so our son had room to roam!
Years passed Dad's strength was on the wane. Dad now used a three wheeled "scooter" to come down the block for a visit. It was a really spiffy one with nubby tires and lots of get up and go! It had a whirring sound as he sped along and a cute little horn which he employed to get our attention. That way, we would come out of the house and sit on the porch and have a chat with him while he stayed in his cart. Our son was in Junior High School when we lost Dad. Mom was doing ok, but our decision to live near to their home seemed to be the right one. I would cook for Mom 3 or 4 nights a week and make sure she was doing well. Being a nurse, I worked a full 40-50 hour week, but I never minded the extra Mom Duty!
One day, I was off work, might have been a weekend, it was so long ago, I cannot remember. My Son and I were the only ones home. I in the kitchen, my son down at the other end of the house in his room. I froze as I heard a familiar whirring sound coming up our circle drive. I stepped into the entry hall and met my son, who had heard it too! We were just looking at each other, listening to the sound when we heard the usual "Beep Beep" of Dad's horn. I was stunned! My son was white as a, well you know, but at least he had the wit to open the front door. It opened to... Nothing! We both let out a sigh of relief. I don't know what I would have done if Dad was out there on his scooter! We both heard it and reacted as we always did, coming together to visit with Dad. That is as close as I had ever come to a ghost sighting! My Hubby is the psychic one!
After discussion, my son said that Grandpa was just coming for a visit, to the house he built for our family. To my knowledge, it never happened again. We have since moved now that Mom is gone too. Our new home is extremely quiet, Thank You!