I've learned to appreciate their quick method of transporting you from one level to another.
Especially when in my 3rd week here the elevators were down and I had to haul my ass up 6 flights of stairs, almost passing out multiple times along the way. (I think I may have already told that story though)
So, from the beginning I knew there were ghosts that occupied the elevators.
I've had many opportunities to secure evidence of the ghost's "marks" if you will, but have always been unable to.
First time: I was a little shocked and concerned and didn't think to grab the camera.
Second time: I tried to get out my camera but the door opened too soon and I had to get out.
Third time: went in prepared with camera, held up to shoot picture, door opened, unsuspecting guy walks in giving me the side-eye and looking like he wanted to retreat. I put the camera down.
Fourth time: I push floor six, maintenance guy pushes 4, I knew I would have time to do it so I got out my camera, I take it out....
....the door starts to open.....
right before walking out he grabs a rag out of his pocket and.....
............wipes away the evidence!!!!!!!
My plan was foiled!!!!!!!!
Fifth time: SUCCESS!
I present to you.....
The evidence:
I'm pretty sure I can be classified as a ghost hunter now.
BTW:
1. Don't be skeered of ghosts!
2. I did NOT plagiarize that photo!
3. Yes, I am procrastinating....again!
You're probably going to think I'm crazy and in need of a bed in the local nuthouse, but I have a ghost that lives in my apartment. He looks like a 1920's era soldier. The first time I saw him, I happened to look up into the mirror in my bedroom and there he was standing by the window...I started yelling at the man in my room, and he turned and walked THROUGH the wall! Talk about freaking a girl out! I started seeing him more and more often in the master bathroom. I didn't share with anyone what I had been seeing because I didn't want them thinking I was crazy. I cam home from school one evening and my husband was sitting on the couch pasty white and shared with me that he just saw a 1920's soldier disappear through the dining room wall. I even got my husband to draw the man he saw...Same.freaking.ghost.soldier. Since my husband saw him, he's started appearing more frequently (almost daily at times) to me and he somewhat interacts with me. He leaves when I ask. He sticks around when I say he can stay if he wants. He won't leave if I'm crying. I can ask him yes or no questions and he nods or shakes his head. He smiles and makes eye contact with me. He usually appears when I'm feeling particularly down, lonely, or vulnerable.
ReplyDeleteSo far, the people who have seen the ghost include me, my husband, my friend from nursing school, the maintenance staff, and the complex manager.
I was looking through family pictures a few nights ago...and found a picture of a soldier that looked just like the ghost...It was a picture of my grandfather...
Holy crap! I don't even know what to say about that...
DeleteWhat kind of questions do you ask him?
I started out asking him questions about who he was, what branch of the military, did he fight in any wars, etc, trying to figure out who he was. I also ask things about why he disappears when other people are around, if he's responsible for the strange things that have been happening in the apartment, etc. I ask for his opinion on what I should do, why he won't leave when I'm really upset, etc.
DeleteThis post is awesome, that is all ;)
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