Ghost Stories & Paranormal Encounters

Many people have told stories about experiences when a ghost comes to them to warn them of something such as a loved one being in danger.

My name is Leah and I now live in Michigan, but grew up in Greenville, South Carolina. My story happened to me when I was six years old. I am now 49 years old and this is something that I never could explain nor have ever forgotten.

At the time that this took place my father and mother had separated and us kids, four girls one boy and my dad were living with my Grandfather and Grandmother in there home. My grandfather was a conductor for the southern railway station and was often gone for a week at a time. At the time of this incident it was winter and he was on the road once again with his job.

That night my father tucked us into bed and went to lay down. Sometime late in the night I had rolled off the bed (had to sleep with my other sisters, not much room) and had hurt my forehead and it was bleeding. I called out to my father who came in soothed me, picked me up and was taking me down our hallway towards the bathroom to clean me up and see how bad I had hurt my head. As we got close to doorway leading into the bathroom my dad put me down and stopped dead in his tracks. I was small so I peeked around my dad to see what made him stop cold in his tracks.

There standing in front of us was a man all in green with a cigar in his hand burning. The only thing was his feet was hovering above the ground as if he were floating. He kept giving me and my dad this long staring longing look. My dad and I stood there just frozen in our tracks wondering who this was or what this was we were seeing. After a moment or two of silence my dad drew back his fist and at the same time reached to flip the light switch on. In that moment the man’s body began to leave the floor and up, up he went until he floated completely up to the ceiling, looked down at us for one last look and puff he was gone. He vanished right before our eyes.

At that very moment the phone rang and it was the railway station calling to tell us that my grandfather’s train had wrecked in the snow that night and that my grandfather had been found in the snow barely breathing. His leg was injured and he had gotten so cold his lungs would not let him call out for help.

That night well prayed for our grandfather to be ok. The next day my dad’s brother came over to take my dad to where my grandfather was to see him. He was still shaken up from the night before and began to tell my uncle Bobby about what had happened that night. You see the clothes that this ghost, entity, or whatever it was, was dressed in the same style clothing that my grandfather wore as a conductor, down to the thick black belt he wore. Also, at that time my dad and grandfather were big cigar smokers. This is what frightened my dad so, as knew it was not my grandfather that night.

After sitting and telling my uncle Bobby the story we all walked into the bathroom to see what was still frightening my dad. There on the floor were ash burns where the cigar man had dropped them and burnt a place in the floor.

After a few weeks my grandfather got to come home and we told him what happened that night. What he told us made me think that this was someone warning us that my grandfather was hurt and needed help. He said he kept seeing a figure of a man dressed like him standing over him but not saying a word then suddenly he was gone. What was this? A warning for us? I do not know, but it will always make me a believe in things out there that we do not understand.

Thanks for listening.

Sent in by Leah Breeden, Copyright 2008