So many people it seems have seen full bodied apparitions that are as clear as day. Sometimes these spirits interact with the living and sometimes it is like they are trapped in time doing the same things over and over again.
Well I have never been lucky enough to see anything like that. I have seen many shadow people and have sensed that someone else is around. There was even something that used to call my name when I was a child that did a perfect impression of my mother, usually when I was home alone.
So I find it very funny (now that it's over) that the only thing I have ever seen that has been solid and looked like a living person is a hand. Yes just a hand, after a life time of wanting and waiting to see a full bodied apparition I get a hand.
This happened in the fall of 2007.
My husband, son and myself were living in the crappy apartment in Provo that I have mentioned in another story. My husband worked graveyards at Stouffer's and would get home at around 4 or 5 a.m. Depending on how quickly he could clean the machines used to make and mix food. One night at around 2:30 I woke up and turned over onto my other side facing the door to our bedroom. Much to my surprise I noticed a man's fingers and part of his hand curled around the edge of the door just above the door knob. Just as if someone were standing outside the room and were about to pull the door the rest of the way open. I called out my husband's name and the hand let go of the door and was gone from view.
Still thinking it was my husband I got out of bed, walked over and opened the door and looked out into the front room. It was then that I realized that there were no lights on. This seemed weird to me because if Paul was home he would at least turn on the kitchen light. So I called his name again and there was still no answer. So I flipped on my bedroom light and the hall light and quickly walked across the living room and flipped on that light as well and began to search the apartment. There was no one there, and I'm sure it couldn't have been an intruder because I didn't hear anyone open a door or a window to get in or to leave.
I didn't sleep very well the rest of the night and was very happy when my husband got home in the morning.