Ghosts Really Like Me

I love the horror, and I love the thrill, of a mostly ghostly shrill.

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Ghosts Really Like Me

Art of Abby Frakes and her rendition of the ghosts around her.

Art of Abby Frakes and her rendition of the ghosts around her.

Drawn by Abby Frakes

Art of Abby Frakes and her rendition of the ghosts around her.

Drawn by Abby Frakes

Drawn by Abby Frakes

Art of Abby Frakes and her rendition of the ghosts around her.

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Ghosts either fascinate or terrify people. The idea of the dead among you and silently watching you as life goes by is enough to make a shiver run through anyone’s spine However, I am not one of these people. A meeting with a ghost is something that thrills me. Whenever I have experiences with ghosts, sad or somewhat scary, it always leaves me wishing I saw more. I’m playing actually with the ghosts around me; it’s quite fun. Here are some of my encounters with ghosts.


 

One of the first and most prominent experiences I’ve had with a ghost is when I was around six or seven years old. It was late at night, maybe around midnight. I was sick with strep throat and I was having a lot of trouble going to sleep. I tried everything I could. I twisted and turned in every position on my bed. I shut my eyes and stayed in one spot for thirty minutes or an hour; I even think I tried drinking warm milk.

Nothing was working and it was agonizing, especially at so young. I thought of asking my mother for help, but I felt guilty about waking her up so late. At one point I just closed my eyes and said in my head “Please, please, please let me sleep. I want to sleep, please. Just please let me sleep.”

I felt my eyes water up as I kept repeating that phrase over and over and over again in my head. It lasted for so long that I gave up and opened my eyes and, when I did, at the edge of my bed was a dark translucent figure. My eyes widened as it surprised me, but weirdly, it didn’t scare me. It felt so comforting there and I wanted it to come closer. That’s what scared me.

It made me feel safe and warm as it inched it’s way up to the side of my bed. The closer it got the more relaxed I became. My heart, that should have been racing, was slowing down with each inch it got closer. It was something so far from reality, I thought I was dreaming, but I couldn’t have been because I was still awake. Then it actually held out its hand (or at least that’s what it looked like) to touch me, and it was right then that I fell asleep.

When I woke up in the morning I went to my mom and asked her if she came to check on me at all last night. She replied with a simple “no” and when I went back to my room it was cold as could be, except for the area next to my bed.


 

The next ghost happening was when I was around thirteen years old. I woke up a little early during the weekend and went to go say good morning to my mom and have breakfast. As I walked into the kitchen a note was left on the counter. My mom left to take care of some errands. I was left alone. A part of me was happy, but another part felt overwhelming loneliness throughout the house.

I cooked some scrambled eggs and sausage for breakfast. Even as I ate it I still felt lonely eating by myself. After I finished eating, I cleaned up and went to the bathroom to brush my teeth. When I entered the bathroom, however, I had this off feeling. It wasn’t a heavy feeling, just something about the bathroom was not the same. I grabbed my toothbrush and smeared toothpaste on it. As I was brushing my teeth, I kept having this feeling that someone was watching me. I kept glancing in different parts of the mirror and would glance behind me sometimes.

I washed out my mouth and spat out the toothpaste and water mix. I put the tub of toothpaste on a tiny marble shelf on top of the sink and then picked up the mouth wash on the bottom left corner of the sink counter. I poured some out and swished it in my mouth. As I did that I had to look outside of the door because I could have sworn I saw someone there.

At this point, I was excited about what was happening around me. I put the mouth wash back in the same exact spot. I didn’t want to walk away but I felt that nothing else would happen. I walked away, and just before I could get through the second door that leads to the hallway, I heard a bump and a bang. I stopped in my tracks and instantly went back into the bathroom where the toothpaste was knocked over and the mouth wash was on the top right corner of the sink. And I didn’t feel lonely anymore.


 

Another ghost experience that I’ve had was when I was swinging on a large two-person swing in my backyard. I can’t really remember what age I was but I was an age-old enough to want to relax and have a moment to myself. My sister was over for a visit and talking to my mom about different things while I was swinging and listening to music. I glanced throughout the branches and leaves that littered the ground full of grass and tree roots.

My eyes glided between all the features of nature as my mouth silently sang the words that filled my ears. I remember bobbing my head in a carefree fashion. I glanced through the glass doors at my sister and my mother laughing and talking merrily; I smiled. I was outside to relax, but I was also outside to give them some space.

As I was enjoying so many views, I suddenly felt something off. I didn’t know what it was, but I just felt strange. I brushed it off and continued to swing, but then I felt a sudden rush of cold. The feeling sent goosebumps up my arms and legs. I actually had to hold myself and scrunch up in the swing. I was quite confused as it was 90 degrees outside. There was no wind.

I felt my only option was to look around again. As I did, I saw a translucent black and whitish figure next to a tree as if it was staring at me. At first, I thought it was a raccoon or a skunk so I jumped out of the swing and ran to go tell my mom and sister. As I explained to them what I saw we decided to look together and check. When we went outside it wasn’t there and there was no sign of claw marks on the tree or footprints on the ground.

This really shook me up and I apologized to my sister and mother. They brushed it off as I just mistook something I saw. I remember looking back at the same spot as I followed them back inside. The next day when I went outside to swing again I had that same odd feeling I did before. I still got on anyway and as I was swinging the chain broke and I blacked out as I hit the ground.

My mom came running to me as she helped me up, on my leg was a huge bruise where the chain had hit me as it broke. I had severe cold chills down my neck and back as my mom held me close. It was the same feeling, but more intense than before. It was all throughout my body. I looked back to that spot near the tree and realized, it was a warning.

 

Have you ever had experience with ghosts?

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