Ghost Stories & Paranormal Encounters

Okay, so this is probably going to sound kind of cheesy or something. But I thought I’d throw it out here because this was creepy enough that it’s stuck with me eight years later.

At my parents’ house they have an office just off the living room through a sliding glass door. The office is predominately made of windows, and the computer’s set up so that you’re sitting with a long wall of windows in front of you and another sliding glass door to your left. That sliding door leads out onto our back porch.

When I was 17 and still living there with my folks, I liked to stay up late and surf the internet. One night around 3 AM or so, I think, I was doing my night-owl internet-surfing-thing and I see something move out of the corner of my eye, like a reflection in the windows facing the porch. Thinking it’s my dad (he’s where I get my night-owl tendencies from), I turned to look over my shoulder to say hi and… nothing. There wasn’t anyone around, and the house was dark and quiet.

So, being the practical person I am, I convince myself that it must have been the light from the computer monitor playing tricks with my eyes. I shrug it off and sit back down. Not ten minutes later, I see something again. I looked up, and there’s this mostly-transparent man – tall, kind of lean, square jaw, and I think he had dark hair? – walking from one end of our porch towards the other.

My first thought had me grabbing a letter opener thinking ‘We’re about to get robbed.’ It took a second for me to understand the fact that I could see THROUGH him meant my letter opened was rather useless. What I won’t ever forget, though, was what I felt watching him walk across the porch in front of me. Like a heaviness was pressing down on my shoulders, and this rising sense of dread. And the longer I watched him, the worse it got, like I was watching something I really shouldn’t have been.

I remember his head turning, like I was getting his attention by watching him. And I knew something bad would happen if he looked at me, like this deep clawing fear. I don’t know why I was so sure about that, but I knew I absolutely didn’t want him to see me.

I jumped out of that office and up to my room faster than a blink. I dug up my Bakoo (a stuffed animal I got as a baby that eats nightmares), burrowed under my favorite blanket, and slept with my light on – eventually. To this day, I have never stepped foot in that office after dark.

Now, normally I would have brushed this off as a stupid over-active imagination brought on by reading too much. Except that, about a year later, I was talking to my little sister (two years younger than me) about ghosts and stuff. And she goes ‘Oh yeah. Like that ghost outside the office. I don’t go in there at night anymore, he creeps me out.’

Yeah. Scared the crap out of me. I never looked into who he was or might be. Every time I think about researching him, that fear comes rushing back. Very much a feeling of ‘Leave It Alone.’ Hey, no arguments here.

Written by Airi, Copyright 2009 TrueGhostTales.com