A Late Night Ghost Story
I'm copying and pasting a journal entry I wrote about a year and a half ago when I saw a ghost for the first time.
10/8/2015
"Sunday night, I saw a ghost or something. [creative intro, I know.]
I had just finished journaling, and I was a little stressed. I laid in my bed just meditating a bit. I was focusing on my breathing and reliving all my happy thoughts--family parties, tech week, driving with Ashley and Dan on Renwick road late at night, laughing with Jim and Joe. I was beginning to feel warm, just about to fall asleep.
I heard Emily come in the room to get her bedtime things. I didn’t hear her leave and still heard movement. But, you know how you memorize the footsteps and sound people make? These did not sound like her. Thinking it weird and wondering what she was doing, I turned away from the wall to look for her.
I saw her standing in front of the closet, facing me, and smiling. 'Emily?' I called her name, but she didn't move and continued smiling at me. As I met her eyes, I realized that this person could not be my roommate. It dawned on me that all the lights were off in my room, the door closed, and I didn't even have my glasses on, but I could see this person perfectly as if it was daytime or a phone light was on.
I called for Melissa, she was sleeping and didn’t answer. So I grabbed my phone and my glasses. I shined a light and nothing was there. I thought maybe there was a towel hanging up or something that could have looked human, but there was nothing there for me to mistake as a human figure. I woke Melissa and immediately asked her how long ago Emily was in the room getting her stuff. She said about five to ten minutes ago. I said , “ I just saw something…five seconds ago.”
I told her what happened, we got up, and went to get Emily. Emily was walking back to the room from taking her shower. Unbeknownst to us until later, a few moments before we came rushing out of our room, she saw black shadow slowly float out of our room and up into the stairway next door.
I wasn’t afraid, but couldn’t stop shaking. I didn’t tell anyone this, but I was experiencing random moments of warmth, but also weird thumping and discomfort up my legs for the rest of the night. I don't know.
I also remembered that at the beginning of the year, I felt tugging on my sheets. Thinking it was Melissa or Emily playing a prank, I dismissed it. But they did no such thing. We've heard footsteps and tapping all year long when no one was around. I joked about it being a ghost, but I didn’t really believe it until yesterday.
So, I’ve just kinda had this on my mind. Thinking I’ve been receptive to it, hoping it will come again, finding ways to cultivate happy and good things to have more control if I don’t want it around, or not to feel afraid. The roommates are freaked out, but I haven’t been too scared. More just slightly more aware of noises and the hallway behind me.
Last night though, was weird. I had my reoccurring dream of the Saint Mary’s maze basement in Nonna’s basement. [Background info: I used to have this nightmare throughout my childhood of walking into my grandma's basement where there was a tunnel, it took me to where I currently go to college and I had to go through mazes filled with different demons.] But different, I was with Brooke and told the maze door that I would not go in to the basement this time. For the first time in my life, I said no to the demons.
I woke up to a blow on my face. I woke up and saw a head smiling at me, but it was more of a shadow. I closed my eyes thinking, “Go away. I don’t want you here. I don’t want to go in the door. Go away. I want to sleep right now.” Things blurred in and out and I’m not even sure if I was awake.
I thought writing would bring me more clarity, but it doesn’t. I was alone in my room while writing the first half of this. For the first time I was afraid of whoever was watching me. I couldn’t breathe, I was paranoid, total panic attack. I had to stop writing. I called all my roommates, no one answered. In fact, none of them even got a missed call from me. Luckily, Dan did, but once I got him on the phone, Melissa and Vanessa came in."
From this point, I had quite a few more nighttime occurrences, but i never saw this particular ghost again.
At least I don't think so.
This is the view of the ghost's perspective of my bed on the top bunk.
