Happy Halloween everyone. In just a few days, the holiday will be upon us.
In the spirit of the season, I want to switch things up a little and tell you a ghost story. It’s not just any ghost story though; it’s about things that actually happened to me personally.
So imagine we’re sitting around a campfire. Sit back and relax, as I tell you about a time when I lived with a ghost.
Living With a Ghost
Before I get into the story, I want to make something perfectly clear. What I’m about to tell you actually happened to me. I’m not making any of this up.
These events happened many years ago. Since then, I’ve made hundreds of attempts to explain what happened with normal, non-ghost explanations.
I take a scientific approach to life; I’m not the kind of person you’d expect to believe in ghosts.
Yet, no matter how often I try to explain what happened, I cannot.
Here’s what happened:
During my final year of college, a friend and I moved into an apartment. Rather ominously, the apartment number was 13.
Right away, we noticed there was an unusually high amount of static electricity.
We were constantly being shocked around the apartment. The static charge was so high that we were shocked even when we touched non-metallic items – even things like the wall.
It was strange, but just the beginning of what was to come.
One morning, something eerie happened while I was showering: the bathroom light started flickering.
It was steady – one second on then one second off – over and over.
Was my roommate playing a trick on me?
That couldn’t be it. It happened every morning for months – often when I was completely alone in the apartment.
Was the wiring faulty?
The light fixture was fine. During most of the day, it worked perfectly.
Then I figured it out. It only flickered when I was in the shower and had the shower curtain closed.
I began to test it. I’d shower with the curtain open. I’d open and close it at random times.
Without fail, the lights would stop flickering when it was open and start flickering when it was closed.
It was so creepy that on some mornings, no matter how hot the shower was, I couldn’t stop the cold shiver from crawling up my spine.
Here’s Where it Gets Crazy
One night my friend and I were hanging out on the couch in the living room. We discussed the weird things going on – apparently, he had lights flicker on him in the shower too.
That’s when we started talking about the possibility of a ghost. At first I thought of it as a joke. Like I said before, I have a scientific mindset and I generally don’t believe in those things.
In a loud voice, I spoke to the empty side of the apartment, “if there are any ghosts in here, give us a sign.”
Immediately after I finished the question, we heard a noise emanate from the empty side of the apartment. It was a loud creaking noise, like the kind you’d hear a footstep make on an old staircase – only it was louder and lasted longer.
The sound was unnatural. To this day, I’ve never heard a noise like it anywhere else. It freaked us out for a couple of days.
The ghost didn’t appear again until the night of a party.
We invited some friends over to hang out. It was a typical college party with drinking, talking and photo taking.
A couple days later, I got the photos back on a disposable camera. I noticed one had a strange floating object in it.
In the photo, I was sitting with three other friends. In between my head and another person’s head was a round glowing ball of light – an orb.
Most ghost hunters will tell you that glowing orbs in photos are images of ghosts.
Others say glowing orbs are just dust or a weird reflection caught on film.
All I know is that this is the only time I’ve ever seen one in any of my photos.
I was ecstatic. Finally I had something to show people when I told them about the weird things happening in the apartment.
I put it in a small frame on a bookshelf in my bedroom.
But that’s not the weird part about the photo. There’s more.
Eventually I moved out of the apartment – not because of the ghost, but because I was moving away.
I packed up my stuff carefully, including my ghost photo.
While I was unpacking in my new place, I took out the ghost photo and noticed something odd.
Something didn’t look quite right about the photo. When I looked closer, I realized what was wrong.
The photo had melted.
The box was fine. Nothing was spilled on it and it hadn’t been exposed to any extreme temperatures.
In fact, the box was full of a bunch of other photos. None of the other ones were harmed in any way.
Yet my ghost photo had melted so much, it stuck to the frame. It was destroyed so badly that I had to throw both it and the frame away.
And that’s where my personal experiences end. But there’s a little more to this story.
My roommate told me about something that happened to him. Something he assured me was completely true.
When he was alone one night, he asked the ghost to present itself. According to him, he saw the image of a small man appear in the corner of his eye.
Of course, I can’t verify if that’s true or not; it didn’t happen to me and I wasn’t there when he said it happened. But it still freaked me out.
Every once in a while, I look back and wonder what was going on in that apartment.
Was it a series of strange coincidences? Was it all in our heads?
Was there really a ghost?
I may never know. At least I can use it as a great Halloween ghost story though.
Now that I’ve shared my story, I want to hear yours. Do you have a ghost story of your own or has something strange ever happened to you? Share it in the comments.
photo credit: Adrien Sifre