posted on Jul, 4 2005 @ 01:06 AM
First let me say I am a skeptic of 'hauntings', but also always interested in whatever information
I can fill my brain with on the subject.
But this is weird and worth recounting, for those who are interested in this kind of thing.
In late 2002 I was in my attic having a smoke, outside was a bright autumn day but the wind was wild, hard and cold. I was thinking, for some odd
reason, of the Tory spy who was hanged in this town during the Revolution, and of his ghost still in that tree swaying frigidly in this wind. When
suddenly out of nowhere I hear a raspy whispering voice say "I was murdered".
Naturally the hair on the back of my neck, and my scalp stood on end.
I slowly turned around to scan the attic, finding no aparition.
Took the rest of the time to finish my smoke with ears perked up for more ghostly communication, but none came.
The voice, was totaly like a last gasp kind of sound.
I went on an internet hunt for the hanged man, only to find a single sentence from the diary of a Revolution era land owner from this town stating
that he had witnessed the ghost of the hanged man swinging in the tree on his property one evening. I know the tree should be near my house, I was
told some time ago that he was hanged very close to the high school, and I live two houses away. I think the school has the oldest trees in proximity,
river edge trees of age have given way to erosion.
About two years pass and nothing strange happens.
Then I'm upstairs in the attic, and its another of those wild hard cold wind times, the wind is actually howling into the attic with that
wooowooowooo scarey movie noise.
When my daughter starts calling me from the apartment door, something she never does. So out goes the smoke and I go running downstairs and she tells
me a ghost was calling her name from my computer equipment, saying her name over and over. She says it was coming from the blinking lights on the
router. Ok weird enough. I try to settle her down by giving her my explanation of ghosts and tell her never to be afraid of them and to invoke an
angel to take them where they belong.
That night my wife was driving her sister's car home from Detroit and brought a friend along for the ride so the friend is staying at our apartment,
they arrived about an hour after this incident, I didn't tell anyone and told my daughter not to mention it so it wouldn't spook her mom.
In the middle of the night, this friend who claims to be sensitive to psychic forces, wakes up screaming in panic about a presence, then goes back to
sleep, like nothing ever happened after my wife asks her whats wrong?
Literaly, wife asks question and the woman just lays down and goes out like a light.
I didn't tell my wife about the child ghost incident, until the next day when she tells me about her freaked out friend. (Shows what a heavy sleeper
I didn't tell my room mate about my wife's friend, but he'd already heard my daughter's story as it happened live.
Within that week, he asks me "Did I wake you up last night?", he hadn't and asks "You really didn't hear me screaming at the top of my lungs? I
thought I woke up the whole house"
I said "No, didn't hear anything, why were you screaming?"
He relates that he was having a very strange dream and woke up with the feeling of a wet dead child's hand gripping the back of his neck, and the
feeling of her against his back, which caused him to scream, jump out of bed, and flip on the lights. This is a big 240+ pound man too.
Kinda funny, if it wasn't for the other spooky happenings.
Now my daughter is at the invisible friend stage of life and her friend is named, (ready for this?) ghost.
Kinda freaky eh?
I told my mom about these things, and she says "You better get the hell out of here", but I aint 'fraid o'no ghost, at least not until it
starts throwing things or wakes me up with its ugly rotten face in my own.
And thats my own personal ghost story.