This happened about 1977ish. It is a true story and it is the story of a ghost. First some background to the story.
Friends and I rented a house right next door to my foster Mum. It had been owned by an elderly couple, Mr. and Mrs. Johnson. They had died within
six months of each other. I had known them quite well since Mr. Johnson bred goldfish and a few other varieties together with a lot of birds. In
fact most of his yard was one big aviary complete with massive concrete fish ponds.
I had a dog, Thor, German Shepherd, silver grey and weighed in at 60 Kg. Taking a few palings off the fence meant that when I was at work he would be
able to keep my foster Mum company. The whole set up was ideal.
Everyone knew that there were two golden rules. If you put a plate on the floor it was Thor's and when I went to bed, do not open my bedroom door.
If I was asleep you would get a warning growl and bared teeth. Thor would and had protected me, even my foster could not get to me if I was
There was nothing to separate this night from any other. I went to bed, Thor laid down on the floor right next to the left hand side of the bed as he
always did. We went to sleep!
I was woken from sleep by a deep menacing continuous growl. I was not concerned, any threat would be met by Thor and if it was needed there was a
magazine in the drawer within easy reach and a Ruger 10/22 semi-auto carbine under the right hand side of the bed. The street light outside provided
minimal but useful illumination in the room so I slowly moved my head to see what Thor was growling for. At first I thought he may be having a dream.
Well, full growl, bared teeth and he was looking at the end of the bed.
This is all happening in a very short time frame but at this instant I am wondering why he is not in full attack and leaping majestically at an
intruder. He was not asleep, that was for sure. Of course I moved my head to look at the end of the bed where he was looking but I did so slowly.
There stood Mr. Johnson, or at least an apparition of him and yet it was definitely him. I watched the apparition watching me. After about ten
seconds I reached over to turn on the bedside light and as I moved the apparition simply vanished.
With the light on, Thor finally moved and while he had lowered his growl it was still there while he sniffed all around the end of the bed. The next
thing I did is to open the drawer, extract a small notepad and pen and wrote myself a note.
Strangely, because this was way out of character for me, I called Thor to me, patted him, told him everything was fine and then I went straight back
I woke up the next morning, instantly recalled the event and read the note I had made. Mentally, I put it all down to a dream. Sleep writing was
plausible, wasn't it? I swung my feet out of bed and put on my dressing gown to have the important morning pee and to let Thor out for his.
Thor went straight to the end of the bed, sniffed around on the bed, the floor, then the whole room, all the time growling softly. It was at this
time that I realized I had seen a ghost and yet I simply found it 'interesting.'
Over time I realized that I had personal proof that life after death exists and that has made a very fundamental difference to me. I no longer fear
death, I look forward to it in a way, just out of curiosity!
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