I'm not sure if this is a love story or a ghost story. I have always been clairvoyant and have experienced odd things but nothing like this, and I haven't experienced it again.
I was in the fifth grade and my family moved to a ranch home in Gainesville built after the World War by a couple who had moved from Germany. The elderly woman who owned the home would not sell it to the fraternities or young people. It was the home she and her husband built to raise their family and live their life. But she decided my family should own it, so it was sold. It was a perfect location right down the street from the Ben Hill Griffin Gator Stadium and next to my school. However it came with something, or someone else.
It began with loud banging, like someone was jumping above my ceiling or dropping a 100lb box. It wasn't animals, it was much to big, and we had nothing in the attic. Then the knobs that were original would stop working, locking me into my bedroom and I would have to manually take apart the knob to get out. However, none of my other family experienced this. Then things would disappear and reappear in places I would never put them. Like my phone being hidden in a random chest in my room. There would be footsteps, however no one was home except me. Then I saw him, clear as day.
I was walking into the hallway where there were three thresholds, one to the living room, kitchen, and office. As I walked a transparent man over 6 feet tall walked from the kitchen into the office. For a moment I thought it was my father, only to look up and see him sitting on the couch. It was enough to make me drop what I had in my hands.
I was scared at first, but I could feel what this man wanted. This was his home, where he had his life. Luckily, he was not an evil poltergeist. I think at first he wanted us out of his home but I began ignoring him. The lesser mind I paid to him the more his actions dwindled. I still think about him from time to time. He was a powerful spirit but only because I know he was so connected to that home and for the right reasons. He may have seen my family falling apart behind the scenes and been trying to warn, who knows. But what I do know is he was a man who loved his home, and his wife still loved him enough to want to try her best to place it in good hands.