Posted by Brian on 10/22/2007, 9:12 pm I was visiting with my grandparents over a Summer vaction when I was about 15. They lived on a farm in East Tennessee. Their house was built in, I believe, 1925. We had eaten supper and had gone out to the front yard to sit in the lawn chairs in the early dusk of an evening. I remember getting up and telling my grandparents I was going back into the house for a drink of water. Now, to get to the kitchen, I had to go through the front door, through the house, through second doorway on the right, into the den. The kitchen was adjacent to the den. A couch was against the wall to the left as one enters the den. As I entered the den, I was stopped short in the doorway. On the couch to my right, sat the transparent figure of a man. It was not a blurry image. The man was very, very detailed. A very sharp image. The man was sitting on the couch, legs crossed, reading a newspaper. He was bald except for a fringe of hair around his head. He was wearing a stripped suit with the jacket having a wide lapel. Even though he was transparent and a white-ish color, my mind registered this suit to be brown and looked like wool. His shoes seemed shiny and black. His shirt was white with a high starched collar. He wore a vest. I am standing in the doorway totally stunned! I was unable to move or speak. Then, the man turned his head towards me, grinned, folded the paper and put it under his left arm, stood up and glided towards me. I say "glided" or "floated" because once he started towards me, I could not see his legs from the knees down. I'm still unable to move though I am trying my hardest to turn and run. As the man approaches me, I can see he has a watch chain on his vest. As he approached me, he extends his right hand out as if he wants to shake hands. Then, as his hand closes to within six inches to me he gives me the widest, toothiest, eeriest grin I have ever seen, before, or, since. At that moment, I am able to break away from the doorway and run out the front door, jump off the front porch, and back into the lawnchair I had been sitting in. Of course, my grandparents want to know why I was running. The only thing I could say was, "Uhhhhh, just running." They just kinda sat there shaking their heads at me. I never mentioned to them what I had seen. They were just good ol' practical country folk. They would have thought I was crazy or something. I never told anyone about this for another seven years. It has been about 25 years since this incident. I remember it vividly. I've tried to rationalize it by telling myself it was just the sunlight of a dusky Summer evening playing tricks in my eye. Then, I get to thinking about the sheer details of the event. It was NOT the sunlight playing tricks. I'm convinced it was a 15-20 second encounter with a ghost. Anyone have a comment about this? Do any of you intuitive types get any feelings/vibes from this? What could have happened if I were to have been, ultimately, unable to have moved away from his outstretched hand? Thank you for reading. I hope you all enjoyed this recollection.
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This is a recollection of what I know to have been an encounter with a ghost.
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