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Random Ramblings by T. Owen Stark Ghost Story
Well, I too have a ghost story. I am very open to all of the unexplained mysteries and events that are discussed on late night talk radio, the Sci-Fi Channel and the like. In my 52 years I have but one experience with ghosts, but it's a doozy! On the day after Christmas, 2005, I arrived home after spending the holiday with my Sister and her family. I aggravated an old knee injury while I was there. I borrowed a pair of crutches her husband had recently needed and brought them home with me. By the 27th of December I had sufficiently recovered from the injury to walk without the crutches and went to work. I leaned the crutches against a living room chair before leaving. When I arrived home that evening, I opened the front door and the crutches fell over and hit the floor. I thought little of this, assuming that the crutches had been precariously leaning the entire day and that the opening of the door caused them to topple over. I again leaned the crutches against the chair and this time I made sure they were in a position that prevented them from easily toppling . The next morning upon leaving for work, I took note of the position of the crutches. When I arrived home that evening, upon opening the front door, the crutches once again toppled over. Just a bit spooked this time, I took the crutches from the living room and placed them in a bedroom I use for storage. The following morning, I was preparing breakfast in the kitchen. The entire living room is in clear view of the kitchen. At the far end of the living room is a compact stereo system. It contains a cd player, am/fm radio and 2 cassette decks. While I was in the kitchen, the radio turned on by itself. There is no alarm on the system, so you can discount that possibility. The radio was simply off and came on by itself with no one in the house other than myself. Nothing further happened for several days. Then things began to get really strange. I was watching television one night. I was flipping channels trying to find something interesting on the 100 plus channels. I came to a movie and the scene had 2 actors, male and female chatting at a table in a restaurant. Between them was a white wall that took up a large portion of the shot. I was only half paying attention to the film when I started noticing letters forming in large, black lettering on the wall between the two actors. As the letters sharpened into view, they spelled out my first name; 'TOM'. Okay, at this point I'm really spooked. The hairs on my neck stood up like in the movie 'The 6th Sense'. After 3 or 4 seconds, the letters faded back out of the screen. I had to question what I had just witnessed. The picture was too sharp and clear to be bleeding in from another station. It couldn't have been part of the film. It made no sense. I sought help on this one. I spoke to a friend who had a friend who claimed to be very in touch with hauntings and the spirit world. The first question she asked had to do with where I lived. Was I close to a cemetary or an area where a large number of people had died In fact, my house sat very near a Civil War Battlefield. I had done some metal detecting on the grounds and was fortunate enough to uncover several nice remnants. I have a deep interest in the Civil War and my favorite hobby is metal detecting strictly for Civil War items. You can put 2 and 2 together at this point. That night and several days that followed found me a nervous wreck, hesitant to open my own front door. However, several weeks passed without incident and I began to believe I had imagined or exaggerated it all. Perhaps my visitor sensed this, for a truly frightening experience was about to take place. I awoke from sleep at 3:00 am exactly. I knew this because the clock was the first thing I saw when I was finally able to raise my head. I was lying on my stomach and immediately realized that I wasn't breathing. My face was buried in the pillow and I felt a great force pressing against me from the upper portion of my back to the top of my head. Within a few seconds of awakening, the force let go and in the scant light in the room, I believe I saw a form quickly move to my right. I gasped for air and at the same time tried to scream, but got nothing. I gasped again and again nothing. Finally, on the third gasp, my lungs took on a bit of air. A pathetic shriek made it's way to my vocal cords, followed by one a little louder and finally one that may have scared the neighbors more than I was at that moment. Time has not softened the experience I had that night. Though advised to leave the house, I have remained and believe that these occurrences, at least with this particular entity, are over. Do you have a ghost story? Tom Owens was born in Washington DC. After living in Maryland for many years, he became a single parent and now resides in Virginia with his children who are the first 3 loves of his life. The other three are music, movies and The Washington Redskins. Tom also dabbles in poetry. You can read more of his poetry at http://starkimages.blogspot.com/ |
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I learned one thing in my many years of dealing directly with
the public, including most recently the 4 years I owned a country
market, it's that almost everyone eventually has a ghost story
to tell. There was the widow who's hallway light flickered on
and off every year on her husband's birthday. There's the couple
who heard someone walking up the stairs to the attic at 3 in
the morning, only to find the attic empty. Finally, there's the
ghost of a worker killed years ago while renovating a section
of a large hotel. He was seen by no less then 4 employees and
2 small children on separate occasions whose descriptions down
to his beard and red plaid shirt are nearly exact.
