So the time passes, and I suppress that memory to prevent myself from blurting it out to my classmates or something, and I get on with life. One year later, almost to the day, my best friend and I are downstairs playing Nintendo (the basement consisted of two bedrooms, one of which was mine, a bathroom, the laundry room, and a large rec room) and it was right after school so nobody was home from work yet. Well, the tv was placed directly next to the fireplace, which had a glass screen over it. So here we are playing Nintendo, drinking soda, having fun, minding our own business when there comes 3 ver loud thuds from either the roof or from the upstairs living room. I naturally looked through a window that provided a good view of the front porch to see who was out there. You guessed it: no one. I sure as Hell wasn't going upstairs to find out what it was, and neither was my friend. After a few minutes we figured that somebody from school was just tru\ying to scare us. Back to Nintendo. A few minutes pass and the whole thing is forgotten. That is until I noticed movement in the fireplace window. I looked in it and saw somebody standing in the basement with us! Jesus Christ, it was transparent, I saw right through it, but the damned thing was looking at us and it looked pissed. I turned my head so fast my neck almost broke. Strangley so did my frien even though he was in the middle of his turn and had no reason to look behind him. I caught enough of a glimpse to see it running upstairs, but i swear to God I heard no footsteps at all. My friend (whose name was Jeremy) told me later he heard someone call his name at the same time I saw the reflection and that's why he turned around, and he said he saw it too. Well, to go upstairs of not to. I opted for the latter. I told Jeremy to keep me company until my parent's got home, and that's when I told him about the previous encounter. I grew to hate that house and by the time the mext autumn came, we were living on base, far away from that house. Well that; my story, and I'm stickin to it.
On Halloween last year, a few of my friend's and I were messing around with a Ouija board. For those of you that don't know what a Ouija board is, it is a "game" designed by Milton Bradley that is supposed to be a means of communication to the spirit world. For those of you who do know what a Ouija board is, you might not know some of the dangers associated with it. There is a site on the WWW that has the does and don'ts of a Ouija board, and if I can find it again, I will let you know.
Anyhow, my friend Tink and her husband were using the board, and I was telling them the questions to ask (mind you, they didn't know the answers only I did). I asked them a few questions about a friend that I went to highschool with and sure enough, I got the right answers back. That wasn't too freaky, because the person I was asking about was always nice.
Well, somehow we got onto the subject of the ghost that lives in my apartment. We all knew it was haunted. It wasn't a bad haunting or anything, I just wanted to know who it was. So, we started asking questions. As it would turn out, the ghost's name was William. He wouldn't tell us why he was there, or what he wanted, but he did confirm something that had happened to me in the past, in that apartment.
I work the night shift, so I keep unusaully weird sleeping habits. I had gotten off work and was sort of tired, so I decided to read a book to help relax me and help me drift off to sleep. I had lit an aromatherapy candle for its relaxing values, and started to read. I don't remember how far I had gotten into my book, but I managed to fall asleep, mind you, the candle was still lit. A guess a couple of hours went by, and I found myself in that half awake half asleep state, and there was a man standing in my bedroom by my nightstand. He looked at me and sternly said, "You need to be careful, I don't want you burning down my apartment." And then he blew out the candle, and disappeared. Now being in that half awake half asleep state, I thought I was still dreaming. I guess I went back to sleep after that, but when I really woke up, I remembered my dream. I turned to blow out the candle, and discovered that it was already out.
Now I know there are some of you out there that don't believe me, but let me explain something to you. I do believe in ghosts, I have seen them. I am also a firm beliver of checking things out before just assuming that I (or anyone else) have seen a ghost. The circumstances surrounding this event, were as follows:
It was wintertime, so I did not have my windows open. The heater vent is on the other side of the room. I didn't have any fans going. The candle is one of those long burning candles that can burn for days at a time, and the wick was still in good shape, so I know it didn't just "burn" out. My apartment is not drafty, and I live alone. You decide for yourself.
Back to theOuija board...Tink and her husband were talking to William through the board, and I told them to ask him if it was him that blew out my candle. He said yes, and I told him to prove it... I asked him what he was wearing....he proceed to tell me exactly what he was wearing, and I hadn't told a soul what he had been wearing. We decided that was enough for one night, and after a few more rounds of Q&A we put the Ouija board away.
Well, my brother dared his friend to do this. and at midnight, sure enough, Eric went into the bathroom and did the Bloody Mary thing. Well needless to say, nothing happened, and he was on his way back to his room to brag to my brother that nothing happened. Mind you, the house was pitch black, seeing as to how it was the middle of the night and everyone else was asleep. Eric got halfway down the hall, and saw something coming towards him that was totally black. As he stood there in terror, thinking that Bloody Mary really had come to chop off his head, his mom reached out and grabbed him asking him why he was up so late. All Eric did was scream as loud as he could. Then of course, out came my brother laughing his head off at his best friend. Eric didn't do any more Bloody Mary dares after that night.
