Date: Sat, 16 Aug 1997 00:18:30 -0700
From: Theresa Nicholson (email@example.com)
Subject: Ghost story of the day
Hello everyone! After enjoying so many different ghost stories posted here, I have decided to send in one of my own.
This is a true story, that happened to me about five years ago. I was spending the night with a close friend of mine. We had sit up pretty late that night taking about first one thing and then another. The conversation was light, nothing scary or ghost-like. I said goodnight to my friend and went to bed, ready for a good night's sleep.
Over in the night I woke up feeling an evil presence in the room. Now, I have never been one to believe or disbelieve in ghosts. I just never thought about the subject one way or the other. But, I felt terrified when I woke up. I looked directly over the bed and there was a figure of a man floating up over the bed staring at me with an awful mad look on his face! He appeared to be almost transparent, but he was wearing a brown out-dated looking suit.
I could not take my eyes off of him, it was as if he had a spell on me that would not allow me to turn away! I tried very hard to not to look at him. I wanted to get up and run! At the very least hide under the covers! But, all I could do was stare up at the evil looking man. This went on for what felt like hours. I tried to convince myself I was only dreaming, and told myself to just wake up! But I was not sleeping, I was simply paralyzed with fear. All he would do was stare at me, but he communicated pure evil thoughts. I knew he did not want me in the house. I just did not understand why, or who he was. It still makes a chill run down my spine to think about it!
Finally, about the time daylight broke though the sky, the man gradually disappeared. He slowly faded into a bunch of dots and vanished. Only then could I get up and go to my friends room and wake her up and tell her I was leaving. My friend wanted to know why I was leaving so early. I explained about the dream, and how terrifying it had been.
She preceded to explain how a lot of strange things had occurred in the house. Things such as lights being turned on and off. Pictures being moved. Others in the household had seen strange people. She did not know the history of the house before she and her late husband had bought it, so had no idea why these things occured.
After that night, I could never bring myself to stay the night again in my friends home. And, I feel badly about it now, but I never visited as much even in the daytime as I should have. Now, my friend has passed away, and I do regret not being able to get over my uneasy feelings about the house and visit with my friend more often.
But, even now when I lie in my own bed at night, I am afraid I will wake up and see the man staring down at me with the angry face and the brown suit.
Has anyone else ever experienced anything like this?