posted on Sep, 12 2021 @ 11:14 PM
I recently posted this as a reply to an old thread, but I figured that it might actually be more appropriate as a standalone thread. I have seen two
ghosts in my life, but I'll just tell the story of the first encounter because the other one isn't terribly interesting.
This was when I was 13 years old spending the Christmas holidays abroad in a rural part of France. I was staying with relatives of mine in their
house, which was a very old farmhouse. One particular day, my cousins and I decided to stay inside for the day because it was snowing heavily. We
spent most of the day just wasting time and horsing around. A little later in the afternoon, my older cousin and I went up into the attic together
because she was looking for something, and I followed her because I was curious to see the attic. There was a lot of stuff up there that interested me
like old books and some antique items. Once she found what she needed, I asked her if it was okay if I stayed up there for a while to look around. She
giggled and said something to the effect of, "Why? It's just a bunch of old sh*t up here. But yeah, if you want to."
I spent about half an hour walking around looking at stuff until I happened upon some old book from the early 1800s that seemed intriguing. I sat down
and read it for a little while before deciding that I wanted to take it back to my bedroom to read every night before bed. When I closed the book and
went to stand up, my gaze immediately shifted over to a woman who was sitting in a chair on the left side of the room. This briefly startled me at
first and made me gasp because I had never seen her before, and I didn't hear her come into the attic. She was wearing very old clothing, had long
blonde hair, and she was quite pretty. She looked like she was somewhere between 25 and 30 years old. She didn't look solid though, and it's hard to
explain exactly what I mean by that. She wasn't like the stereotypical Hollywoodized translucent ghost, but she had a certain opaqueness about her
that tells you on an instinctual level that you're not looking at a living biological entity.
She smiled and said to me, "Désolé si je vous ai fait peur, ma chère." ("Sorry if I scared you, dear.")
At this point, I didn't feel any fear or apprehension at all; this apparition radiated a kind, warm, and positive energy that I could somehow feel
right down to my core, and I felt safe in her presence. It was a very brief encounter. Around five seconds after she spoke, she stood up, walked about
seven feet to the right of the room, and faded away mid-stride. I just silently sat there dumbfounded for a few minutes. When I left the attic, I was
hesitant to tell anybody about what I saw, but I couldn't stop thinking about it. A few days later, I decided to privately ask my youngest cousin
about it. She was 8 years old, and I figured that younger kids are usually a little more open to things like this and less judgmental than teenagers
To my surprise, she was quite candid about it. When I asked her if she had ever seen a lady who appears out of nowhere, she responded, "Do you mean
the blonde lady?" When I nodded, she then said something to the effect of, "Yeah, I see her sometimes. It's okay, she's nice." She told me that
she had been seeing her since she was about 5 years old. We didn't really talk much more about it, and I didn't tell anybody else what I had seen.
It's something that will always vividly stick in my memory because it was so surreal, and I can still visualize her face when I close my eyes.