posted on Oct, 9 2009 @ 08:19 AM
Okay, I'd like to share another one of my "ghostly" experiences with you guys.
This happened roughly 5 years ago at my ex's house. I had spent the night and woke up early in the morning to use the bathroom. I have a habit of
checking the time as soon as I get out of bed, even if it's temporary, so I knew it was 6:15ish in the morning. Anyway, my ex was fast asleep. His
mother always woke up at 4:30 for work (and was gone by 5-5:30), and his sister was at her fiance's house.
My ex's bedroom is one of three rooms at the end of a long hallway. I exited the room and proceeded down the hallway, through the bathroom and into
the seperate room for the toilet. The toilet room itself has doors on both sides; one entering from the bathroom, the other entering from the open
dining/kitchen area. So, from inside, you can hear any activity going on around the entire house.
Before entering the toilet room, I briefly checked my face (another habit, haha) in the mirror. It was one of those cabinet mirrors, and was closed. I
then proceeded to do my business. However, from inside that small room, I could hear footsteps coming from the dining/kitchen to my left. I wondered
if perhaps my ex's sister had arrived home earlier than expected.
Thinking nothing of it, I re-entered the bathroom to wash my hands, but nearly smacked my face into the now fully open mirror! Still not thinking much
of anything, I shut the mirror and proceeded to wash my hands. Now, from the sink, the mirror was located on the wall behind my back to the right.
When I turned around to leave, I almost walked into the again(!) wide open mirror. By this point, I started to freak out a little and didn't bother
I hurried back to my ex's bedroom, locking the door behind me. I stood at the door, a little shaken, giving myself (in my head) logical explanations
for what had just happened. Then, I heard footsteps in the hallway! At this point, I literally ran to the bed and covered myself with the blanket to
I am the kind of person who keeps their eyes open and holds their breath when something strange is happening. I kept my eyes glued to the door, which
was directly in front of the bed. The footsteps, though quite slow, seemed to move closer and closer before stopping.
It felt like hours had passed, but barely a minute had gone by when suddenly the handle (which was round) started moving violently - as if someone
were trying to open it with all their might. This made me pull the blanket completely over my head with my eyes shut tight.
Once it stopped, I shook my ex awake (to think he actually slept through all this, geez) and told him what had happened. We got up and searched the
house together, but it was completely empty! Nobody was home.
Needless to say, I never wandered the house alone ever again without knowing 100% that someone else was awake.. and home!