Through out my life, I've had many experiences. Two of my stories so far are: Black Figure on My Ceiling and Ouija Board and Black Lab. I've lived in Sacramento, CA for almost all my life. This next story will be about a family camping trip at Omak, Washington, when I was 17 years old.
Through out our drive for our camping trip to Omak, Washington, my mom felt sick. By the time we reached Omak, Washington, I couldn't wait to explore our campground. I was so excited. We were camping at an Indian Reservoir (Indian Land, but I'm not Native American, I'm Asian). My mom was still feeling sick, so I helped out the family with setting up and starting dinner.
After we cleaned up and everyone of my family member got ready for bed, my siblings didn't want to sleep in the tent, so they decided to sleep in the van (I have 3 older sisters and one younger brother). I decided to sleep with my parents in the tent.
Well that night after everyone fell asleep, for some strange reason I could not sleep. I kept tossing and turning in my sleeping bag (my parents took the west side of the tent and I took the east side of the tent). For some reason I kept on hearing a water stream running and it was so loud I couldn't sleep (keeping in mind there was a creek about a half a mile way) and why did it sound like it was right beside my ear?
I turned to lay on my right side, back facing my parents (there is a big gap between my parents and I). When all of a sudden I had the strangest feel, my behind (butt) started getting really cold. I started getting goose bumps. So I decided to turn my head to look towards my parent's direction, and that's when I saw it. There was a Native American dressed like they did in the olden days, squatting right behind my butt! He had some kind of leather flap that covered below his waist, long black hair, white line markings below his eyes, some sort of band around his head, and he wore a leather necklace pouch around his neck. He was just sitting there staring at me. I was so scared I took my sleeping bag and covered my head. I think it must have been 5 or 10 minutes before I decided to remove it off my head. I looked, and he was gone, so I know I saw a ghost. I forced myself to fall asleep.
The next morning I overhead my parents talking. My mom was telling my dad of a strange dream she had. She told him, "I dreamt of an Indian Medicine Man last night". My dad said, "Oh yeah, what happened in your dream?" My mom said, "He came to give me some medicine because I wasn't feeling to good." My dad's reply was, "Oh, I wonder what that means?"
That's when I jumped into the conversation and told them what I saw last night. I told my parents I was so scared, that I didn't even move until morning. My mom told me, "do not to be afraid, he did not harm you and he was here for me." I was thing, "Yeah right, easy for you to say; you did see a ghost right behind your butt." But off course, I did not say it to my mom.
A day or two had passed and my mom felt 100% better (that's what she told me). What I don't understand is why would he make himself visible for me to see, when it was clear he came to my mom's aid.
Thanks for reading my story.