I was startled by a loud crash. My grandfather and I ran into the room where the noise had come from. My grandmother was shaken and told us that she had slammed the window to prevent “it” from coming in. She told us she had been following a light that seemed to be a smoker walking down the street. But, when the light came through our front gate and towards the window where she stood, she knew it was something otherworldly. It was then that I found out that my grandmother could see ghosts. She never talked about it, but I understood then why she slept with dozens of saints around her bed. My mom has shared a few stories about how my grandmother was tormented by visions and messages from beyond.
So, when I started seeing and feeling things that didn’t make sense, my mom called my grandmother to ask for advice. My first ghost was by far the clearest most detailed apparition. I woke up out of a deep sleep and was drawn to look at a corner in the room. There stood a young man, about 16 or 17. He was very pale, but was very well dressed and his hair was combed perfectly. What I remember clearly was his mustache. He had the type of mustache that young boys like to groom and touch, even though the hair is still too thin and sparse to groom. I looked at him and purposely shut and opened my eyes, hoping that I was seeing a shadow. But, the apparition did not disappear. Terrified, I put the covers over my head and began to pray the Lord’s Prayer. I remember feeling very scared and sweating under the covers for a long time. The next morning, I told my mother what I had seen. She said it was just my imagination playing a trick on me. A couple nights later, I was awakened again from a deep sleep, to see something like a man’s head. That same day, a vice principal from my school passed away. On another occasion, I saw the reflection of a young woman in a night gown. A couple of days later we found out that friend’s daughter had passed away. The visions were never as clear as the first, but we began to associate my visions as harbingers of sad news.
Then this happened. I was on Christmas break but I wanted to get ahead on my term paper. I had the bad habit of staying up late to study, lie down on the sofa for a 5-minute nap, then fall asleep for hours with all the lights on. That night, my mom made me promise that I would go to bed at a reasonable hour and not fall asleep on the sofa. My paper was going very well and, not wanting to stop the momentum, I decided to just lie down on the sofa for two minutes. As soon as I closed my eyes, I heard my mother enter the room. I was devastated. I had promised her that I wouldn’t sleep on the sofa, and here I had just put my head down and she had walked in. I thought, if I pretend to be asleep, maybe she won’t be as angry and just send me to bed as usual. I kept my eyes closed as I heard her come up to me. Then, she did the strangest thing. She touched my eyes. And just like that, she was gone. I never heard her walk away. After a few minutes, I opened my eyes. I thought, she must be really angry for her not to wake me up and turn off the lights. Our sliding glass door was open and a breeze blew the curtains wildly into the room, so strongly that they were almost parallel to the floor. I closed the glass door, put my books away and peeked into my parent’s bedroom. My mom and dad were sound asleep. The events were so strange that I went to bed.
The next morning I apologized to my mom and told her that I wasn’t really asleep when she checked on me on the couch. She had no idea what I was talking about. She told me she had not gotten up, not once. My mom and I were scared. We knew that this was more personal. For me, it was terrifying to think that something/someone had touched me. What would I have seen if I had opened my eyes? A few days later we received a letter that my grandmother had passed away. I knew that it had been my grandmother who had visited me. But, I also knew that I would never see visions or apparitions again. I felt that when she touched my eyes, she was closing a window to the visions that she had seen all her life. And to this day, I have not seen another ghost.
This is my ghost story. Do you have one? Happy Halloween!