READERS TALES
Ghost Father
I am a 16
year old boy from a little town near Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania. I am the oldest
of three. Now, I have never really felt that I am in tune with the paranormal
and supernatural, but apparently I am. This story is actually 4 occurrences that
happened to me between the years of 1995-the present. To protect anyone involved
I have changed names.
To
understand this story better, you need to understand the layout of my home a
little bit. I live in a fair sized three bedroom house with my mom, dad, little
brother, and little sister. At the top of the steps is the first bedroom, once
mine and my sister's now just hers. And there was a rather thin wall separated
our room from our parents'. Our downstairs is typical, the living room at the
bottom of the steps, connected to the dining room, which is connected to the
kitchen, which is connected to the laundry room. There is only one pathway you
can take from one room to the other, and two people can't move from room to room
without seeing each other. With that said, on to my stories.
The first
took place a little while after my 9th birthday. My birthday is in the beginning
of Oct. and this happened toward the end. As I said before, my sister and I
shared the room at the top of the steps. We had bunk beds and I slept on the top
because she is a year younger than me and my mom was worried about her rolling
off of the top bunk. One night, I awoke to the sound of my sister whispering my
name. Now, it normally takes a lot to wake me up, but for some reason it didn't
take too much for her to this time. She was whispering like I said, you know,
that whisper that you use when you want to get someone's attention but don't
want to alert anyone or anything else. Well, that was what she was using.
Anyway, I
awoke to he whispering my name "Brad, do you see the guy standing in the
doorway?" "Yes," I replied. "It is just dad in his bathrobe," I replied. Then it
hit me, my father had gone to bed before I had and I could hear him snoring
through the wall. Naturally, I looked again and sure enough whatever it was was
still standing there seemingly staring at my sister and I. It looked exactly like
my father would if he was in his bathrobe standing in our doorway, only there
were no features. It was just a dark figure standing there, almost like a
shadow.
Now, I
didn't particularly feel scared of the figure, it was just uncomfortable having
"it" stare at me, I didn't like it. I heard my sister start to cry under me
"Brad, make it go away, please, it's scaring me." So, I got myself out of bed
and started to walk towards it. It takes a lot to scare me, even back then it
took a lot, so I went to chase "it" off. When I got close to "it", it ran down
the steps, you could even hear the footsteps of it as it ran. Bein the curious
little lad that I was, I followed.
When I got
downstairs (the whole house was dark by the way, I can see very well in the
dark), the figure was standing in the doorway to our dining room, and started to
run toward our kitchen as soon as it "saw me." When I got into the dining room,
it was standing in the middle of the kitchen. When I walked into the kitchen, I
suddenly got VERY cold, it was mid-autumn, but my dad kept the house very warm. The thing let me get very close this time, almost close enough to touch
it, then ran into our laundry room.
Now I
could see it standing in there, and there is only one way in and out. So, I was
smart enough to grab a knife in the kitchen, and I approached the thing, When I
got to the doorway of our laundry room, it just disappeared like it was never
there. I put the knife away, went to the bathroom and spent the rest of the
night without incident. Until a few months later. My sister has reminded me many
times that this wasn't a dream and she saw him there and me chase him down the
steps.
The second
occurrence happened about one month after this, about the middle of November. I
had had a nightmare (as I often did and still do), and crawled out of my
bunk-bed, and crawled into bed with my mother as my father was away that weekend
for work. I was just dozing off when I heard my mother say, "Dad, what are you
doing home from work so soon, you aren't supposed to be back for another two
days." I looked, and to my surprise it was the bath robed figure that I had
witnessed a month prior to that. Neither my sister nor I had told either of our
parents about that because who would believe two little kids, we all know how they
make up stories. But sure as the sun would rise, "it" was standing right there
at the foot of her bed. She kept saying his name and asking what was wrong, and
finally decided to turn on the light. As soon as the light was turned on, the
thing just disappeared.
That was
the last time my "ghost father" was seen, but I still to this day don't know what
he was or what he wanted, but I do know that I never felt afraid of "it" in
either occurrence. My mother to this day still swears it was my father standing
there though.
The last
occurrences were linked. In the summer of 1998, my grandmother died. The night
she died, I got very sick, almost like I had a bad case of the flu. The
next morning I felt fine, and all day in school I was fine too. When we got
home, my mother informed us that my grandmother passed away the night before,
just about the same time I got sick, weird huh? Then, 4 years after that (2002),
my grandfather died. The night he died one very strange thing happened to me. I
was watching a movie on my VCR that night, and suddenly the tape ejected with no
help from anyone right in the middle of the movie. I tried to put the tape back
in, but it would just eject again as soon as I put it in, like it wouldn't
except the tape.
During my
little strife with the VCR my mother was on the phone. She came into my room to
tell me my grandfather had died a few minutes prior, and just then the tape fed
itself into the VCR and started playing like nothing was wrong. I still have
that VCR and have not had that problem since then. Once again, weird huh?
We all
still live in the same house to this day, and it is still weird. You always have
the feeling you are bein watched, and as soon as you leave, the feeling goes
away as soon as you walk out the door. You can also catch glimpses of people out
of the corner of your eye only for them to be gone when you look.
My cousin
who is afraid of NOTHING, and I mean nothing, refuses to stay I our house by
himself. Sometimes, if you are sitting in the right chair and look into the
turned of TV u can see what looks like the shadow of someone standing in the
doorway, and if u turn your head to look they are gone, and when u look back they
aren't in the TV anymore either. If anyone has any questions about my story,
explanations about what was/is going on, or you have a similar experience,
please contact me. (NOTE: To contact
this author, email me, and I will forward it along to him.)
-Brad.
