This isn't something that I have a lot of specific details about. I didn't even remember this until recently. I was reading a comment on one of my other submissions where a remark was made about me being sensitive to the spirit in our house while my roommate was not and thought this might be something like that (me being sensitive to a spirit.)
I don't have a lot of details on this, like I said I didn't even remember it. My mum is the one who likes to tell the story.
When I was growing up I spent a great deal of time at my Grams house. We lived on the outskirts of town (about 10 miles out of town.) Not in the middle of nowhere (houses were about 100-200 yards apart) but we didn't have sidewalks or streetlights.
My Grams house was on the main road, set on the inside bend of a curve in the road. On the outside of the curve was a little side road, the Kirkland Road. It ran about 5 miles of paved road then 15 of dirt and 5 more of paved which led you into town. There were houses on either side of the road on the paved areas.
On the end of the Kirkland Road that we lived on there is a small cemetery about a 1/2 mile from the main road. There are probably 60-70 graves in the cemetery. It mostly has graves from the about 1830-1900 with about 10 from the early 1900's (before 1920) and then about another 5 or 10 from the last 15 years of people who grew up in that area and had lived their entire lives there and so chose to be buried in that cemetery.
Like I said, when I was younger I spent a great deal of time at my Grams house. I was allowed to ride my bicycle down the Kirkland Road by myself as far as the cemetery. You could see straight down this road that far if you looked out my grandmother's window.
I've always been fascinated by old gravestones. As a child I would spend hours in the graveyard looking over and over the stones, I had them memorized where they were, who the families were, how old they were when they died etc. I would sit on this old stump in the middle of the graveyard and just read or make up stories for hours.
Okay, now the thing that creeped me out about two weeks ago when it came to mind. I was thinking about going to put flowers on my Papa's stone (he is buried in this cemetery) when one of my friends mentioned something about imaginary friends we had as a child. This made me think of how my Mum told me once that she always found my imaginary friend a bit odd.
She said his name was Tom and when I was little I played with him only when I was at my Grams. The part that weirded her out though was that when I used to tell her that Tom lived 'down the back road.' (My cousins and I always called the Kirkland Rd the 'back road' when we were younger.) At first, she thought that this was cute and that since I had family that lived on that road (three aunts and a cousin) she assumed that Tom 'lived' with one of them.
She told me that one day (I was about 8 years old) I came back from Grams and was chattering about how I had played with Tom and had a great time. Always one to indulge imagination she would ask me questions about him. What did we do? Did we have fun? How long did we play? Etc. This day she happened to ask me where he lived. I answered her that he lived in the cemetery. So she asked me did I mean that we played at the cemetery that day. And I replied no, we always play at the cemetery but that's because that is where he lived.
So basically as a child I was drawn to this cemetery and loved to play there & I had an imaginary friend named Tom who 'lived' in the cemetery. Mum says I stopped playing with and talking about Tom when I was 10 or 11.
As an adult I don't mind this cemetery but I am borderline terrified of any other cemetery, even during the day.
Like I said I don't remember a lot about playing with Tom. I do remember he was a child, I remember that he had curly brown hair and white skin and wore jeans and a blue button up shirt. I haven't been to the cemetery in years and I no longer remember all of the names on the gravestones so I don't know if there is a Tom buried there. I do plan on checking in the spring though when the snow is gone just to see.
I don't know if this was a ghost or not but it certainly creeped my mother out. Your thoughts/opinions are welcome and appreciated. Thanks!