Ghost Stories & Paranormal Encounters

It was in the Summer of 1991, I had just retired from the U.S. Army after 21 years. I was sub-letting a room while I was looking for work and a permanent place to live. I never really believed in ghosts until I had this encounter. I was alone in the townhouse and had started getting ready to go to my part-time job. I was in the 1/2 bath down stairs, and I was whistling, which I had a habit of doing. No tune in particular, just any notes that came to me, I stopped for a second and I heard the exact same notes coming from the outside of the bathroom. I called out and asked who was there, as far as I knew, I was alone. I did not finish shaving, just wiped the lather off and rushed to see who was there.

I went to all 3 floors, sure enough, I was alone. I dismissed the incident as maybe my imagination. Approximately 20 minutes later I was getting my shoes from the closet. I bent down with my back to the room, this was the living room, and a little louder, the same notes that I had whistled earlier were directly behind me. I bolted to my feet and turned around scared to death, and nothing.

I remained motionless for what seemed and eternity. I shook my head, grabbed the shoes and went outside to put them on, then took off in my car.

I asked the lady that rented the townhouse if she had or heard any strange noises. No, was her reply, looking at me like I was a little off. Luckily I found another townhouse to rent and left that experience behind me. I often think of that encounter and I would like to think that it was the spirit of my deceased father.

He died when I was 13 months old, so I never knew him. My mother told me several times that he use to love to whistle, and mostly just odd notes. Sometimes I find myself trying to duplicate those notes to see if it would happen again, so far no luck.

Sent in by Robert G. Bonney, Copyright 2011