This story is about my grandfather's ghost. A week ago, on Easter after dinner, my mother, myself, and her friend Lisa began discussing ghosts. My mother said that about four years ago, around the anniversary of my grandfather's death, she began to see things. She saw a figure with no face, wearing tan khaki shirt and pants on two different occasions. The first time, she was walking down the hallway in our house and saw the figure, standing in our living room which is never even used. Then the second time, she was walking down the hallway toward the garage to throw a soda can out, proceeded to reach for the door and saw the figure again. The same thing, no face but wearing tan khaki's. She said to herself "I know I saw something there".
She then told her brother, my uncle Bob, about it and he said to her "oh that's Dad". She looked at him and said that "he didn't wear khaki's and he was only in the army briefly". He said "yeah but what did he wear to work everyday? Tan khaki's with PP&L written on the shirt". My grandfather worked for PP&L (Pennsylvania Power and Light) and retired in 1976. He always went to work wearing tan khaki's.
Then, not long after this happened, my mother had another experience. She said she was standing at the kitchen sink, when suddenly she felt a hand on her back. My stepfather used to come up behind her and scare her. So thinking it was him said "ok ok I'm getting supper ready". However, she turns around to see my stepfather coming through the back door from outside. He looked at her and said "Jesus Christ you look like you saw a ghost".
I hope that if and when my grandfather comes back to visit I hope I'll be able to see him like my mother did.