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A good old-fashioned ghost story


Published (Volume 79, No. 9)


So as I was reading over this wonderful story about the Clement Hall ghost (see above), I couldn’t help but think about the ghostly encounters I have had.

When I was a freshmen in high school, my parents told me about how, when I was child, I apprently talked to my dead grandparents. My mom said that many a morning when she would come and wake me up, I would tell her that my granny had come during the night and we had played together. At first she just thought it was my imagination. After all, all of my other friends had grandmothers. It would make sense that I would make one up just to fit in.

But it continued. Night after night, I would say “Granny came and got me, and we went to play.” At last, all she could say was, “If there is any way my mother could come back and play with you, she would.”

The defining moment came one day when I told my father that I had something to tell him. I then promptly said, “Poppa fell through a hole in the barn, but said to tell you he was all right.”

Mom told me that Dad had turned white as a sheet. Apparently, when he was younger, his father had indeed fallen through a hole in the top of their barn, but had landed on hay and walked away unhurt. I, as little more than a baby, could have no way of knowing about that.

I can still remember feeling the hairs on the back of my neck stand up when I heard this. I had always believed in ghosts, but I had never actually seen one. At least, not to my knowledge.

Tonight is the night that you can’t help but believe in this kind of thing. Even if you’ve never believed before, you might run into a few ghosts tonight. Just remember, you leave them alone, and they’ll do the same.