Posted by Brian --Previous Message--
on 10/22/2007, 9:17 pm, in reply to "Ghost Encounter"
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Oh, yeah, the man (ghost) was wearing wire rimmed glasses with tiny, round lenses. Just a detail I left out.
: This is a recollection of what I know to have
: been an encounter with a ghost.
:
: 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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