Reality of Ghosts in my life
By nielcdg
@nielcdg (709)
Philippines
May 9, 2007 3:19am CST
In my country the Philippines, Ghosts are kind of a cultural backwater of my country men, most know that they exist but in the desire to be more westernized and modern they tend to dismiss what they experience themselves.
One of my childhood experiences with a ghost is I had an imaginary friend, well thats what the hired help or my parents first thought it was. I would usually converse with a little girl about my age and play with her in my room. My parents were usually away on business so I was often left with a baby sitter and my friend. One day the hired help went to my room to check on me and my little drawing project when something caught her eye. I was using crayons and was drawing something I guess and the baby sitter said that infront of me was a crayon drawing on paper on its own. Now that wasnt the last thing that gave my old baby sitter the chills about me.
One day she was playing hide and seek with me and I insisted to have my imaginary friend join us, forgetting about the thing she saw she just humored my request and played along. So when she started looking for me in our apartment, she went in my aunt's room which was beside my parent's room to see if I was hiding there.
She said she saw the figure of a hunched up child under the sheets on top of the bed. Thinking it was me she said to the figure... "I see you, Im going to get you..." so she came closer and pulled the sheets off. What she saw made her scream so loud that the neighbors came rushing in thinking someone was killing her. She said I was the one hunching down but I had a girl beside me in the same position and then in the flash of an eye "poof" she disappeard!
Now all of these happened when I was still very young and wasnt aware that I had what my parent would call a gift for attracting discarnate beings.
Any ways when I was 16 I researched on our old appartment and asked our land lady about the house we rented. She told me that in 1979 another family had rented the place before I was born and raised there, their little girl "Mirna" died of dengue and the family moved to forget the bad thing that had happened. the Land lady still had an old photo of Mirna and I showed it to my old baby sitter who is now not living with us anymore. She screamed at me again saying that that was the girl she saw with me....I myself cant remember because I was just 5 when it all happened
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@kingwhosing (412)
• India
25 May 07
check this ghost story 22220000
The Man On The Bench
I hope you enjoy it. This happened few years ago in my home town, Driffield, and I remember it was on Valentine's day. Me and my friend, Kerstie, were walking to her house one night. I forget what we were doing, but on the way to her house we had to pass this memorial garden. It has a few flowers, and a bench that faces a monument from the war, it's quite a nice place with a small river. There is a path that runs behind the bench, and this was the path we had chosen that day.
It wasn't quite dark and I remember it was around 6pm because there is a church not far from the garden, and the bells struck just before we walked by. We were both quite happily talking away until we came close to the bench. Then we both went silent, and turned to face the bench. It was very strange because we both did this at the exact same time, in mid sentence, and just stared for what seemed like ages. There was a man sat on the bench with his back to us. He seemed to be wearing a rather large coat, with a biggish collar, it was a greenish color, and he had a large bag next to him. I originally thought the bag was a small child huddled on the bench until I realized how large it was.
After what seemed like ages, but was most likely a few seconds, we both realized we were staring but we didn't seem to understand why. Then, at the exact same time, we both realized the guy had no visible head (I know it sounds lame but honestly it is true). Kerstie started to scream. She ran across the road and waited for me on the other side. I didn't quite know how to react and just continued to stare in shock. The guy didn't seem phased by Kerstie screaming, and this creeped me out a little. I thought maybe he was leaning forward, and his head just wasn't visible, so I slowly walked round the side of the bench, to see a front view. The whole time, he didn't move an inch. As I got closer, I saw that he wasn't hunched forward... He really didn't have a head... Just a gaping collar with blackness. Yet he had hands, and feet and everything else. He just sat there with his hands on his knees. At this point, fear got the better of me and I ran after Kerstie. As I caught up with her I paused and looked back... The guy was moving his arms... We then ran all the way to her house.
When we actually got home, it was the first time we spoke since we went silent and she said to me "You did see that didn't you?"
We then talked about the whole experience, and we had both witnessed the same thing... A headless man in green, sat with a bag on a bench. She also said that she thought the bag was a child too... I thought that was kind of odd. We thought maybe it was a guy from the war waiting for his lover, or grieving for a friend lost in the war, but I doubt we will ever know.
I know it seems unlikely but this really did happen, and if it wasn't for the fact that Kerstie saw it too, I'd wonder if I really did see it. I have seen other things but this is by far the scariest.
