Hey guys, I'm back with another story from my childhood. The following experience took place when I was around 14 or 15 years old.
Strange and unexplained events took place in the apartment I lived in since I was around 4 years old. I have seen, heard, and felt things that both frightened and intrigued me all at the same time. My parents also were aware that there was something going on in that apartment and through the years became used to the activity and learned to live with it. My father even named the ghost George.
Early one evening when I was a teenager, I was getting ready to go meet some of my friends. Both of my parents were out, my dad was working and my mom went to visit a friend. I remember it was late fall because we had moved the clocks back and it started to get dark around 5:00pm. Now I'm not sure exactly what time it was but all the lights in the apartment were off except for my bedroom light and the kitchen. I was standing in front of my dresser looking in the mirror, and blow drying my hair. In the mirror I can see the entrance to my room behind me, the living room and the door way off the living room into the kitchen. As I am blow drying my hair I see in the mirror a black shadow start to form in the door way to the kitchen. I thought my eyes were playing tricks on me. So I brushed it off. A few seconds later it was a full body apparition of a man in a black suit, long white beard and a black hat. I was frozen solid and just watched as the man walked into the living room and disappeared into the closet that was on the other side of the sofa.
When I realized what I just saw, I spun around so fast that I knocked everything off my dresser and on to the floor. I remember shutting off the blow dryer throwing it on my bed and headed for the door. I ran out of the apartment with half my head wet and no jacket. I didn't stop until I got to my friends house. When I got there I told her what happened and made her come back to the apartment with me. She was hesitant but I promised to turn all the lights on and be really quick about straightening up the mess.
Later that night I told my mother what I saw, and described the man exactly the way I saw him. She was kind of skeptical, but couldn't deny that there was something going on in that apartment.
About 4 or 5 years later, I had moved out and started living on my own. One night I get a call from my mother and she says to me you're never going to believe what just happened. My mother went on to tell me that she and her friend were in the kitchen having tea. My mother said I turned around to take the tea pot off the stove and her friend jumped up out of the chair and said... OMG Linda Look! Did you see that? My mother said No what... What did you see? Her friend said, a man just walked through the wall passed right through the kitchen table and into the closet. I said mom what did he look like. She said he had on a black suit, a black hat, and had a long white beard. I said Oh, so she saw George.
We never found out who that man was or what connection he had either to the house or the land before that house was built. I hope you enjoyed my story. Thanks for reading.