I have been kicking dirt around this planet for over 7 decades now (assuming a decade is 10 years.) I have seen many things and been many places, and not all of them made a lot of sense; ghosts being one of those. I am here to tell you about my encounters.
When Earl D and I were first married he was a fly by night tree trimmer and we traveled Kansas. He gave an honest day's work for honest pay, but we moved around a lot. My first ghost encounter occurred out side of Burlingame ( I think) near Topeka. We stayed in a motel located on the Marais des Cygnes River. While he and his brothers were working I liked to go fish off the bank which was very near the motel. That was some good cat fishing I am hear to tell you. We had an electric skillet and could cook in our room, so it was all good.
It must have been the second week we were there he did not make it home from the bar, which was located about 100 feet from our room. I decided to go to bed. I woke up about an hour later to a cold hand gripping my throat. This scared hell out of me. I threw the covers back and slid to the edge of the bed. I could not make my legs work. I flipped the light switch and nothing happened. But that cold hand still gripped my neck. I can relive that encounter over in my mind and at no point does it ever make sense. The whole encounter lasted only a few moments, but when Duane walked through the door it abruptly ended. I was so white and shaken it scared even him. We left there soon after because I was afraid to stay alone. What ever I encountered that night was pure evil. It was cold and I was afraid.
That was my first and only ghost encounter until now. A couple weeks ago, my grandson asked who had the code to the house. You and me! He then told me that he had come home earlier that day and some one was in here. What did they look like? He never actually seen them, but he knew he was not alone and they left right away. (Strains of Close Encounters ran through my mind.) Fast forward to Saturday night.
Mike had told me he would not be home Friday or Saturday. Saturday night at 12:10 I heard the front door open and and close. Footsteps sounded on the stairs and I decided he must have changed his mind. It sounded like 2 people instead of just one. That was strange. The next morning I got up and Mike's car was not out front. That was strange. I then figured he must of came home and picked something up. About 8:00 the front door opened and Mike came in. No, he had not been home since Thursday. No, he did not come in last night and leave.
It was then that he reminded me of his encounter with nothing a couple weeks ago. He thought I might have been asleep and dreamed it, but I knew what time it had happened because I had just made my nightly potty break and I was awake.
So this is where we now stand. I am not living here alone. The presence seems to be a friendly one, which is good. Someone at church suggested I have someone come and "smudge my house." Not going to do that either. If it was that ghost I encountered in Northeast Kansas, I would probably burn the house down, because that one felt evil. This one does not. Maybe it is someone who just wants to be sure I am alright.
So I am going to do nothing. I just wondered if any of you have had this sort of experience? If you have, message me on facebook so we can talk.
When Earl D and I were first married he was a fly by night tree trimmer and we traveled Kansas. He gave an honest day's work for honest pay, but we moved around a lot. My first ghost encounter occurred out side of Burlingame ( I think) near Topeka. We stayed in a motel located on the Marais des Cygnes River. While he and his brothers were working I liked to go fish off the bank which was very near the motel. That was some good cat fishing I am hear to tell you. We had an electric skillet and could cook in our room, so it was all good.
It must have been the second week we were there he did not make it home from the bar, which was located about 100 feet from our room. I decided to go to bed. I woke up about an hour later to a cold hand gripping my throat. This scared hell out of me. I threw the covers back and slid to the edge of the bed. I could not make my legs work. I flipped the light switch and nothing happened. But that cold hand still gripped my neck. I can relive that encounter over in my mind and at no point does it ever make sense. The whole encounter lasted only a few moments, but when Duane walked through the door it abruptly ended. I was so white and shaken it scared even him. We left there soon after because I was afraid to stay alone. What ever I encountered that night was pure evil. It was cold and I was afraid.
That was my first and only ghost encounter until now. A couple weeks ago, my grandson asked who had the code to the house. You and me! He then told me that he had come home earlier that day and some one was in here. What did they look like? He never actually seen them, but he knew he was not alone and they left right away. (Strains of Close Encounters ran through my mind.) Fast forward to Saturday night.
Mike had told me he would not be home Friday or Saturday. Saturday night at 12:10 I heard the front door open and and close. Footsteps sounded on the stairs and I decided he must have changed his mind. It sounded like 2 people instead of just one. That was strange. The next morning I got up and Mike's car was not out front. That was strange. I then figured he must of came home and picked something up. About 8:00 the front door opened and Mike came in. No, he had not been home since Thursday. No, he did not come in last night and leave.
It was then that he reminded me of his encounter with nothing a couple weeks ago. He thought I might have been asleep and dreamed it, but I knew what time it had happened because I had just made my nightly potty break and I was awake.
So this is where we now stand. I am not living here alone. The presence seems to be a friendly one, which is good. Someone at church suggested I have someone come and "smudge my house." Not going to do that either. If it was that ghost I encountered in Northeast Kansas, I would probably burn the house down, because that one felt evil. This one does not. Maybe it is someone who just wants to be sure I am alright.
So I am going to do nothing. I just wondered if any of you have had this sort of experience? If you have, message me on facebook so we can talk.
