Originally Posted by MargeCat
Ok, I'm 'fessing up for the very 1st time--I've never told anyone else, as I fear they'd think I was nuts:
When I was 14 (a LONGGGG time ago): I got up at 7:30 AM, grabbed a glass of chocolate milk, and idly looked out the picture window. My parent's house was an "L"-shaped rancher; I could see into my bedroom window from there, around the corner. I had left the ceiling light on; it was a gray, overcast day. I saw a golden-haired woman, in white, who was looking down at something in her palms, and turning her hands gently to look at it. This was at the bedroom window. At first, I didn't think of a ghost--I was mad, as I thought Mom was snooping! I went into the hallway to confornt her; but she was snoring in her bedroom! (I later asked her if she had gotten up at all, and she hadn't--but never told her about the incident.). Now, only Dad, Mom, my brown-haired brother (who was asleep in the room to the side of the room I was in, so I would've seen him get up), our black Lab, and I were the only creatures in the house at the time. I never saw this ghost again, but still slept in that room. Many years later, I had guests on 2 occasions, who did not know about it, mention they felt a ghostly presence during the night, but it seemed benign.
A few months later, I was strolling in our field, and saw a young man, bent over, picking daffodils in the neighbor's field. He looked up at me, started running toward me, emitting a low whistle. As I was far enough away that I could pretend I didn't see him I (I thought he was someone from school that wanted to avoid!), I ran back into the house. Then, I realized--no flowers, and certainly not daffodils, grow there. Ever.
Many years later, I was in the car with my Dad, who was driving me home (my car was out of commision) from work. We were stopped a the small intersection by the house, and it was getting dark, and it was raining, and April 4th. I glanced out the window, as we made our turn, and saw a tall, thin, darkly-dressed young man, about 17, cross the road, and start up the steps to an abondoned house. I thought nothing odd about it, until I remembered that the hedge was entirely closed (overgrown), and the man must have walkd through it! (I checked a couple of days later.) I then remembered that 4/4 was the date, years before, that a 17-year-old man was on the run from the police--had was suspected of having molested a 3-yr-old girl, and was shot by the police in a shoot-out right near there!
I sometimes think this house is haunted. Shortly after I moved in, I was in the dining room, dusting (the only 2 cats we had were both sleeping where I could see them, and I was alone). I then heard a man sneezing, then clearing his throat, and then a woman doing the same, above me (whih would be either the guest room or the sewing room). I've only heard it about 3 times, though.