I thought I would give a little blurb about how I became interested in the paranormal. In other words, my ghost story. In 1998 Me, my wife, son and daughter (no infant yet), bought a small old house in a town with about 50, 000 residence. It was a cute little house that we got cheap. We were new to the area.
The house built date on the deed said "Unknown". We asked around and found that the houses in this division were built between 1880 to the early 1900's. It was located on a short road that had an enormous cemetery about a block away. No problem for me, I was raised to not believe in ghosts. I had never seen one for my first 28 years.
After we moved in we had a lot of things happen. We lived in that house for a total of 5 and a half years. So we did not get ran off. It was kind of odd, the haunting that is. Sometimes you would go for a month without anything happening than a bunch of things would go down.
I just want to tell you about one night. We had lived there for a few years by this point and had became believers by now. The night in question was April 15th (I remember because it was tax day). My wife had gone to bed at around 11 PM. I stayed up and lay on the living room floor and watched TV. Our bedroom was right off of the living room and the front door was right next to that (also in the living room). We had a 20 unclosed front porch. A storm door on one end and a wooded entrance door that led to the living room (with 3 small glass windows in the door).
I lay on the floor between the bedroom and entrance door and was engulfed in TV (probably the History Channel). I had a sudden urge to look up to the door. When I did, there was a person standing on the other side of the door looking directly at me about 8 feet away. I turned my head to the TV and back and he was gone. (It was a male I could see him clearly. However, it was like he was light up... Hard to explain).
I jumped up and flipped on the porch light because I thought a real person was there (this was at 1 AM). I thought a real person on the porch at 1 AM was up to no good. When I looked, nothing. The chain on the storm door was still. Nobody left the porch. Therefore, I wrote this off as my imagination.
I went to bed at about 1:30 and was just laying there for a second. I suddenly heard a little boy laugh and jump up and down next to my wife (who was sound asleep). I got up and looked on her side of the bed to see if one of my kids were up. Again, nothing. Okay, by this point I am starting to think something might be going on. I went back to bed and fell asleep. (I know some people are going to say, how you could go to sleep. Ghosts hadn't hurt me in 28 years; I did not think they were going to start that night).
I was asleep for about a half hour (2 or 2:30 by now), and I woke up to a blood curdling scream. Sorry, not a ghost, just my wife. I asked her what it is. She refused to tell me. We compared notes the next day however. She did finally tell me what happened. She said she woke up and a gold glowing ball about the size of a softball with ribbons of light hanging down was about 12 inches above her face.
She opened her eyes, seen this and screamed. When she did, it shot straight up in to the ceiling and was gone. She did not tell me that night. She was trying to convince herself that it was just a dream. That is one of my stories from our old house in town. I did stay up all night the next year on April 15th. Not a thing happened.
Ps, I added an EVP just for fun. What does the spirit say after my daughter speaks? It is one word.