I was 8 years old when I first saw a spirit that I can remember. We were living in one of the fire department houses. I was sleeping on my stomach and as you all know when you sometimes turn around to sleep on a different side you sometimes wake up. Lucky me! I woke up as I turned to face the window only to see a man in a 1950's hat and long jacket standing in front of the window next to my bed. His face was blank but glowing white. His hands were in his pockets. He was looking at me even though I can't see his eyes or face. Of course yes I would do what any child would do in this situation. I screamed as loud as I could for my mommy. She came in and switched on the light. I told her with tears in my eyes what I saw. I pointed to her without looking where he was standing. She said there was nothing and when I looked the man was gone.
I slept in mommy and daddy's bed that night. To scared to sleep in my own bed. We did move to a different house soon after. To a house that my dad build. Whoever said new houses don't have ghost? But that's another story or two.
When I was 18 years old, my mother told me that the person I saw was the old Fire Department Chief that died in that house.
Till next time...