You can believe what you want to believe, but I am here to tell you, that ghosts are real and they do exist.
I lived in a house in Cincinnati, Ohio during 1989-2001, and we had a ghost sharing the home with us. The home was old and home to resemble a home in New Orleans. The woman who had the home built loved her New Orleans house so much that she built this one to model it almost exactly.
We believe that she was our ghost because she loved the house so much. Thankfully, she was a friendly ghost. However, I believe that a male ghost was also in the house – perhaps the husband of the woman. He was a bit more unnerving. Still friendly though, I suppose.
While in that house, strange and unexplained things happened to me, which still bother me to this day. I never felt threatened by our ghosts, just afraid sometimes at what I saw and heard, but could not explain. I was 18 at the time and my parents traveled a lot, so I was often left alone in the house, which was usually when odd things would happen.
One night I saw a man standing at the foot of my bed. Obviously, I was startled. He just whispered, “Shhhh….” and vanished into thin air! I also saw shadows that looked like a person. They freaked me out a bit.
Another night I was watching TV and my dog began to growl at the door of the room I was in. This really frightened me because my dog was very laid back and never growled unless a stranger was around. I was home alone, so I thought someone broke into the house. I was so afraid I called the police, and when the officer came and checked around, he found nothing.
Other things happened, too. I heard phantom footsteps walking on the hard wood floors when I knew I was the only one home. I heard keys jingle in the front door, like someone was coming home, but I realized I was still alone… no one was home yet. Lights went on and off by themselves.
Once I was alone, so I had a friend come over and stay just for the night. At about 3:30 a.m., we both were awakened by a very loud crash, as if a cabinet with dishes had fallen over. We went downstairs to investigate the noise that was loud enough to wake us up… but we could find nothing! My friend was so freaked out that she left at 4 a.m.
Again, I was then alone and very afraid. I went back to bed, locked my room doors, and hid under my blankets. I felt like I was being watched.
We had a piano in a room we called the ballroom. One night I was alone watching TV when the lights in the ballroom went on and off by themselves, and the piano made a noise like someone struck a key. I turned off the TV, ran upstairs, and did my hide under my bed covers routine.
I accepted the ghosts, but they really did unnerve me. Sometimes it actually comforted me to know we had them looking over us, but mostly it scared the heck out of me.
Eventually, the house was sold and we all moved out. I moved into an apartment while my parents bought another house. Frankly, I was glad to be out of that house; I loved the house, but not the ghosts.
I miss the home, but I never again want to share my space with a ghost, friendly or not – it is way too scary. And I can’t imagine living with an unfriendly ghost. Ours were nice and they still were frightening, at least for me! I don’t need any proof that ghosts are real. I lived with some, so I know they are real.
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