This thread is stemming off of this one:
http://www.thecatsite.com/forums/sho...d.php?t=126214
Due to the interest there, I'm going to post my full ghost story here, anyone else feel free to ask any questions, or post your own stories!!
We've lived in this house for a year and a half. Its a little above 30 years old, so not an old house at all. Last summer (we'd probably lived here about six months) I had been up late and was getting ready for bed. I had just turned out all of the lights, and was in the bathroom doing my before bed business. I started into the bedroom, but then decided I would kick the thermostat down a notch and get something to drink. I walked through the living room and around the corner into the kitchen. I stopped dead in my tracks.
Standing in front of my kitchen sink lit by the moonlight coming in the kitchen window (you can look at the pic in the other thread for reference if you want) was a man! A very tall, older man wearing a hat. He was facing the counter where Madden was standing looking back at him with his tail straight up. Madden was sort of leaning toward the man, like maybe the man was talking to him or something, but didn't act scared of the man at all. I couldn't tell you what my first thoughts were, I was just standing there stark still in total shock.
I guess I finally caught my breath and when I did, the man turned his head and was looking right at me, for a fraction of a second I got a face-on look at him. As soon as he looked at me, it was if lightning flashed in the house. It was a blinding flash of light, which I described as "sparks" when I first woke my husband, but later in the middle of a thunderstorm found it best compared to lightning. Inside that flash, he disappeared. The birds (who are in the dining room adjacent to the kitchen) started squealing and squawking and flying around in their cages.
At the same time, the flash of light scared the snot out of Madden and he proceeded to surf over the dirty dishes, slide across the cabinet, knock over the dog food bowl as he hit the floor and fly past me and into the bedroom. I thought I was going to pass out. I reached over and flipped on the light to find a mostly destroyed kitchen. I was shaking so hard and I could barely breathe, and out of shock I guess, started unplugging all the appliances for fear of fire. After that I woke my husband (who could sleep through a hurricane, literally) and could barely tell him what happened. He said he'd never seen me so terrified in all my life.
I found Madden under the bed, and drug him out. His pupils were as wide as saucers and he was breathing as hard as I was. He would sit on the edge of the bed and stare through the living room towards the kitchen, but wouldn't leave my side. He avoided the kitchen for a couple of days afterwards, and then everything went back to normal.
I've experienced small mishaps before, and I've always been the one to explain everything away. I cannot however explain how this occured. If I had been in bed, I'd swear I was dreaming. I was wide awake though. The birds saw it, Madden saw it, I saw it.
You don't have to believe me, some people don't. I know what happened and I've chosen to share it with people who are interested in that sort of thing. I firmly believe that until you see something like that with your own eyes, you can't fully believe.
As far as I can tell, he means no harm. I do believe I know his name, I don't know why he hangs around though. Until his recent fascination with my kitchen cabinets (other thread) I haven't seen too much of him since then.
Like I said earlier, questions and comments are welcome, and I'd LOVE to hear your real-life ghost stories!!
Looking back now, it sure is a funny scene
but I sure didn't think so that night!!
http://www.thecatsite.com/forums/sho...d.php?t=126214
Due to the interest there, I'm going to post my full ghost story here, anyone else feel free to ask any questions, or post your own stories!!
We've lived in this house for a year and a half. Its a little above 30 years old, so not an old house at all. Last summer (we'd probably lived here about six months) I had been up late and was getting ready for bed. I had just turned out all of the lights, and was in the bathroom doing my before bed business. I started into the bedroom, but then decided I would kick the thermostat down a notch and get something to drink. I walked through the living room and around the corner into the kitchen. I stopped dead in my tracks.
Standing in front of my kitchen sink lit by the moonlight coming in the kitchen window (you can look at the pic in the other thread for reference if you want) was a man! A very tall, older man wearing a hat. He was facing the counter where Madden was standing looking back at him with his tail straight up. Madden was sort of leaning toward the man, like maybe the man was talking to him or something, but didn't act scared of the man at all. I couldn't tell you what my first thoughts were, I was just standing there stark still in total shock.
I guess I finally caught my breath and when I did, the man turned his head and was looking right at me, for a fraction of a second I got a face-on look at him. As soon as he looked at me, it was if lightning flashed in the house. It was a blinding flash of light, which I described as "sparks" when I first woke my husband, but later in the middle of a thunderstorm found it best compared to lightning. Inside that flash, he disappeared. The birds (who are in the dining room adjacent to the kitchen) started squealing and squawking and flying around in their cages.
At the same time, the flash of light scared the snot out of Madden and he proceeded to surf over the dirty dishes, slide across the cabinet, knock over the dog food bowl as he hit the floor and fly past me and into the bedroom. I thought I was going to pass out. I reached over and flipped on the light to find a mostly destroyed kitchen. I was shaking so hard and I could barely breathe, and out of shock I guess, started unplugging all the appliances for fear of fire. After that I woke my husband (who could sleep through a hurricane, literally) and could barely tell him what happened. He said he'd never seen me so terrified in all my life.
I found Madden under the bed, and drug him out. His pupils were as wide as saucers and he was breathing as hard as I was. He would sit on the edge of the bed and stare through the living room towards the kitchen, but wouldn't leave my side. He avoided the kitchen for a couple of days afterwards, and then everything went back to normal.
I've experienced small mishaps before, and I've always been the one to explain everything away. I cannot however explain how this occured. If I had been in bed, I'd swear I was dreaming. I was wide awake though. The birds saw it, Madden saw it, I saw it.
You don't have to believe me, some people don't. I know what happened and I've chosen to share it with people who are interested in that sort of thing. I firmly believe that until you see something like that with your own eyes, you can't fully believe.
As far as I can tell, he means no harm. I do believe I know his name, I don't know why he hangs around though. Until his recent fascination with my kitchen cabinets (other thread) I haven't seen too much of him since then.
Like I said earlier, questions and comments are welcome, and I'd LOVE to hear your real-life ghost stories!!
Looking back now, it sure is a funny scene