Hello there! I have read many wonderful stories over the
last few years on this site, and decided that I would like
to share my experience.
Over the course of my life, I have witnessed some strange
phenomenon’s, or heard of some from my mother and sisters
(the house we lived in was haunted – but those are stories
for another time perhaps).
This story takes place in the house my husband and I are
currently living. After we were married, my husband’s
parents renovated their upstairs rooms into an apartment
for us to live. They figured it was a good way for us to
quickly save money for a house of our own.
Ever since we moved in there have been a few strange
occurrences. The first happened the second night we were
here. After we had cleaned and unpacked all day, I decided
to take a shower and turn in early. My husband decided he
was going to stay up a little longer and unpack a few more
boxes.
After I had showered, I was laying in bed. I was
turned away from the bedroom door, but not yet asleep. I
heard my husband walk into the room and felt him lay down
on the bed. Jokingly I said “What giving up already?” When
I didn’t get a response, I turned over and no one was in
the room, let alone sitting on the bed. Well, that just
about creeped me out and I yelled for my husband who came
running into the room I told him what happened, and he just
grinned and told me I was dreaming. By the way I know I
wasn’t dreaming, because I was wide awake when this
occurred.
I also hear people walking up and down the stairs
all the time, and there is never anyone on them. My husband
hears the footsteps too, and even though he won’t admit it,
you can tell it creeps him out a bit too.
There are things that go missing all the time, and we
search in vain for them for weeks, then when we give up
trying to find it, we will come home and it will be there
on the kitchen counter, or the coffee table in the living
room. My husband was looking for the peanut butter for 2
weeks, and finally gave up figuring one of us must have
thrown it away or something ( a brand new full jar?) Then
one day he opened the cupboard and there it was sitting
right in front of him. Finally he admitted to that being
strange, because both he and I looked in the cupboard
several times. I even went as far as to pull everything out
of the cupboard to look for it.
The weirdest thing to happen here took place a couple of
weeks ago. I was woken out of a dead sleep, and I saw a
man, walking from the bathroom towards the bedroom door. He
looked right at me, and had dark hair and a beard. I just
looked at him, and then he disappeared. I told my husband
the next day. He seemed to think at first that I could have
been dreaming, but I was adamant about being awake, and he
believed me.
We decided to name this ghost “Frank”. I don’t think he is
a menacing ghost or anything like that. I think he may have
just been curious with all the renovations that went on
here and came to check them out. I think he is playful
though from time to time because we do have things that
will go missing then show up without any rhyme or reason.
Thanks for taking the time to read my story.
Contact me here: brokenlizardluvr@yahoo.com
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