Ghost Stories & Paranormal Encounters

Early Summer of ’76 near Cincinnati, OH. I was about 19 years old at the time. I was working the closing shift at a fast food place a couple of miles from home. I finished my shift at about 2:00 AM. As usual I started walking home to get in a little exercise before the evening was completely gone. It must have been about 2:15 or 2:20 AM when I reached home.

My mother was a very light sleeper, so I had to be extra quiet when arriving at home.  All the lights were out and everyone in the house was already asleep.  I should note here that there was a large “picture” window adjacent to the front door in the living room, and another equally large “picture” window in the dining room that perfectly lined up with the first window.  Moonlight was usually sufficient to guide me through that part of the house.  Please note that the dining room window was plainly visible because of the moonlight.

I passed through the living room without making a sound.  As I started to enter the dining room to make a left into the hallway to enter my bedroom someone stepped directly in front of me blocking my path.  This person was about an inch taller than me, so I automatically assumed it was my older brother.  He was the only one in the house taller than me at the time.

I apologized to him because I nearly collided with him.  He didn’t move, talk or make any gestures.  I stepped back and tried to focus on his face, but couldn’t make out any features at all.  Since I couldn’t see his face looking directly at it, I tried looking at him sideways (something I learned from a Biology teacher years earlier) in order to make out any details at all.

When I looked right, I still couldn’t see anything.  When I looked left, this “person” darted out through another open dining room door to exit the house via the backyard.  I immediately followed thinking I had surprised a burglar.  This “person” didn’t make a sound when it moved, and it moved faster than anyone I’d ever seen.  All the hair on my neck and arms was standing straight up, and adrenaline was coursing through my body.  It took quite a while to calm down.

Things at home were very bad at the time (my parents were breaking up) and I didn’t dare mention this to anyone.  There was already enough turmoil in the house.  I left home July 4, 1976, and married just several weeks later.  The first year passed quickly.  I would frequently stop at home to check on my younger brothers, to make sure they were OK.  I guess it was about early summer of 77’ when I stopped in one day.  My aunt had stopped to visit my mother, and I didn’t want to disturb them.  So I just wandered about the house, noticing something was very different but couldn’t put my finger on it.

I asked my mom if she painted the house, because everything looked brighter.  That is when my aunt spoke up and said that the house had just been blessed by her minister.  That made quite an impression on me.  I doubt I will ever forget it.

Several more years or so would pass before I found out that my other brothers had some experience not unlike my own.  One of my brothers in particular, I will call “Jason” had a very bad encounter about a year earlier (he was about 17 at the time).  He was alone in his room (my old room) when three of these solid black figures simply appeared coming up through the floor.  The house was built on a solid concrete slab, no basement!  It scared him so bad he had to sleep with the light on, and he did this well into his late twenties.

I can’t recall each of my other brothers’ exact stories, but the common element was these solid black figures.  This is something we simply don’t talk about anymore.  That is all I can tell you right now.  If it wasn’t a little bit scary, you should check your pulse, you might be dead.  Ha!  No, really.  I’m not making any of this up…, I still get a few goose bumps when I think about it. God Bless.

Written by Greg Brown, Copyright 2009