A Week with a Ghost
This is true as it happened to me in the span of a week.
Each night it got worse and worse and the final revelation had me stunned still
to this day. It all started early Monday morning. The night before was the same
as any other night, nothing out of the ordinary and I went to sleep just fine,
until 3 o’clock in the morning. I don’t remember dreaming or even hearing any
sound that would wake me. I just sat up from a deep sleep and looked at the
bedroom door.
There standing in the doorway were two distinct black
figures. I continued to stare thinking my eyes were playing with me until one
of the figures moved. It looked as if it raised an arm up as if absentmindedly
touching its own cheek. I quickly lay back down in the bed and brought the
blanket up to my head as if that would protect me. I didn’t dare peek out until
morning and the world was right again. But that was only night one.
When I got home from work the next day I was alone but I
still checked every room leaving the lights on as I go. I didn’t even realize I
was scared until my boyfriend came home, saw all the lights on, and asked if I
was okay. I had already told him what happened and he said he didn’t see or
hear anything last night. Again, nothing occurred while I was awake until 3 o’clock
AM rolled around again.
The room was dark and my eyes were closed but my mind
moved from sleep to awake quickly because I felt someone looking at me. Staring
at me. I opened my eyes only a little to see a dark figure standing at the foot
of my bed. Tall, broad shoulders, and dark enough that I couldn’t see the
objects behind it. I shut my eyes quickly thinking if it didn’t see me looking
at it then it would go away.
It didn’t. It moved to the side of my bed silently and
was standing right beside me. I was looking up at it looming over me but
something strange happened. I couldn’t move my head. I couldn’t move my body. I
couldn’t speak or whimper or anything. The black figure looked to be standing
with its left hand hanging nonchalantly in its dark left pocket. I could tell
it was a male and it bent over me. It leaned its featureless face close to mine
and still I couldn’t move. Suddenly, I heard whispering. Not it whispering but
many whispers speaking all at once so quickly I couldn’t make out anything they
were saying.
I felt a tingling sensation touch the top of my head and
slowly trace down my spine all the way down to my feet as if someone were
trying to feel me out. All I could hear was my own labored breathing until the
dark figure disappeared and I was free to move. It felt like I was there in
that place for hours but it only lasted a minute or so. Once I was free to move
I stayed put in the bed but I was shaking uncontrollably so much so that I felt
my boyfriend’s hand touch me and feel me shaking, he turned over and asked if I
was okay. I couldn’t say anything, I could only shake with fear. And that was
night two.
By night three I thought two things, either I was going
crazy or I was being haunted both didn’t seem like good options. I dreaded
going to sleep, I dreaded waking up at three and what horror awaited me. 3 o’clock
came and a dark figure stood at the foot of my bed again. This one was shorter
and more solid. I closed my eyes and told it to go away; to leave me alone. I
heard the whispers again but now I could feel a tugging on my foot. It wasn’t a
malevolent feeling but as if someone was playfully tugging at my foot to get my
attention. It still was a forceful tug. I opened my eyes to see my side table
slowly slip upwards as I was being tugged down to the foot of my bed where the
figure stood. I still pleaded with it to leave me alone and soon the whispering
stopped and the thing let go of my foot. I slid myself back up to my pillow and
went to sleep on this night three.
Night four and at 3 in the morning I watch a dark figure
stand by my window. It was the taller one with broad shoulders. I still couldn’t
make out any features yet and the only recognizable thing was its hand in it
pocket again. The left hand was always in the left pocket it seemed weird. This
time it wasn’t looking at me; it looked as if it was leaning against the wall
and looking out my window. I wasn’t scared this time. There were no whispers
and my breathing was calm. I was pretty surprised then it slowly dissipated and
I simply closed my eyes and went back to sleep. End of night four.
I didn’t know night five would be the last of the
encounters. But this night was definitely different. I woke up again at the
same time and looked directly at my window. I saw my boyfriend standing there
leaning against the wall. I could clearly see his face but something was off
about him. He wasn’t in his night clothes but a suit. An oversized suit at
that, he had a white button up shirt, a tie, slacks, and a jacket. His left
hand was casually hanging in his left pocket too. He seemed intent on looking
out the window at something. I opened my mouth to ask him what he was looking
at, I was only able to say his name when he disappeared like vapor. I was
shocked. But not as shocked as when I placed my hand behind me and felt my
boyfriend sleeping there beside me. It wasn’t him standing at the window but something
that looked exactly like him wearing an old fashion suit and his hand in his
pocket, just like the dark figure. That was night five and just like that everything
stopped. No more nightly visits.
I only told my boyfriend about my encounters and no one
else. I didn’t want people to think I was crazy. He had no explanation as to
why I saw something with his face. The story stayed between us until months
later and his aunt and uncle came to visit his mom from out of town. I did the
girlfriend thing of stopping in to visit and my boyfriend brought up my ghostly
visits. His aunt was interested and asked me more. I told her and his mother
the whole thing from start to finish. I didn’t realize the two of them were
crying by the end. They were speechless and crying full blown tears.
I thought I had said something wrong and started to
apologize to them but they said there was no need. That the two ghosts I saw
were their mother and father, my boyfriend’s grandparents. I asked how they
could be sure, I didn’t see faces until the end and all I saw was my boyfriend’s
face. They said that every day for school their mother would stand at the foot
of their beds and tug on their feet to wake them. Then my boyfriend’s mother
brought out an old black and white picture of their dad. It was my boyfriend in
the same oversized old fashioned suit and what really struck me was his left
hand in his pocket. They said he always walked around like that because he had
the habit of jingling change in his left pocket. And he looked exactly like my
boyfriend except taller.
I couldn’t believe it. His mom and aunt were grateful to
me, they hugged me and thanked me saying that their parents visited their
grandchild and maybe because I was open I could have gotten in the way. They
may have used me to bring them the message that they are still here. I feel
like that was the validation I needed to know that I wasn’t crazy after all.
