Okay. Let me preface this by saying that I’m normally a highly rational person. I over-analyze things, and if I can’t fit things into my black and white boxes, I get all sorts of riled up and uncomfortable in general.
Also. I believe in God. And heaven and hell. And going there immediately after we die.
But. This one time? At church camp? I swear I saw a ghost.
I know. It’s crazy. But let me tell you what happened.
My youth group was on our way to Texas for church camp, and we stopped at a church in Oklahoma and spent the night. We slept on the floor of the church basement, boys in one room and girls in another. My friend and I were, of course, talking and giggling way past lights-out when it happened.
We saw a white figure going up the stairs. At the time, we assumed it was one of the boys. In the morning, though, they all denied going upstairs.
Clearly, it must have been a ghost!
We were afraid of that. The only thing that calmed us down after the, how shall we say, SIGHTING was convincing ourselves that if the ghost lived in a church, it must be a good ghost.
Now, I will admit that both my friend and are blind as bats, and we were not wearing our contacts at the time we spotted this white figure. And, it’s also possible that the boys – rotten adolescents, all of them – were just messing with us.
But to this day, I’m honestly not sure!
Have you ever seen a ghost? (Do you now think I’m totally crazy?!?)
Photo by peasap.
Ghosts scare the crap out of me. I can’t say that I’ve ever seen one, but the very idea of it gives me chills.
So you don’t buy my “good ghost in the church” theory, huh? ;)
My sister (who is a frequent ghost-seer) and I were traveling home from a shopping trip one night and took a small detour through another town to grab some pizza. We were coming upon an intersection, which was deserted, and started slowing down to make a turn. We were chatting about something (I actually think I was fussing about my husband, ha!) and up ahead, a horse-drawn buggy crossed the intersection in front of us.
It disappeared before it ever made it to the other side.
Funny thing is, we just kept on talking! After one of us had finished our sentence, I said “Did you just see that carriage?” She’d seen it, too. “Was that a ghost carriage?” Apparently. It was a very misty, foggy-type shape (it was not foggy at all that night), formed loosely into a horse and buggy shape. The reins that led from the horse to the driver (if there was one!) were the most solid. It completely dissipated before it made it to the other side of the road. We then drove right through the intersection where it had just been and saw nothing.
Okay, that is CRAZY. Almost as crazy as the fact that your sister is a FREQUENT ghost-seer?!?
I’ve never seen one, but my sister-in-law tells a story of staying in a bed and breakfast in upstate New York one time that she swears was haunted. She and her husband actually got up in the middle of the night and left the place because they were so freaked out.
Still, I’m not sure I believe in ghosts.
WOW. That sounds scary! And too bad for the B&B owners…I’m guessing that’s not a selling point for them!