Good Ghost, Bad Ghost
I have had a couple of experiences with ―ghosts‖. At least, that is all that I can call it, as I have no other category in which to put these experiences. I am not a person who looks for this kind of ―adventure‖ so even I had a hard time believing it.
The first one happened when I was in college. I was attending a lecture given by a well-known Canadian photographer and the room had been darkened, to allow for us to watch his slide presentation. One series of photos were not my ―cup of tea‖ and my mind wandered. I noticed a man walk down the center aisle, and move towards my photography teacher and his wife, who were sitting one row ahead of me and across the aisle. I noticed that he was blonde, tall, and slim and was wearing a plaid jacket.
He moved over to stand behind the couple and had a big smile on his face as he looked down at them. Suddenly, I realized that this was odd, and just as quickly as I realized that and focused my attention there, he was gone – I mean ―disappeared‖! I, of course, ―freaked‖ and told my class mate what I had seen – and he, being quite familiar with the teacher, approached him after the session and told him the story. Apparently, I had described the teacher‘s wife‘s brother, who had recently passed, right down to the plaid jacket. She took it to mean that it was a message for her that he was okay and still with her.
The second incident happened on my way home from my job in the city. It was an hour or so drive, and on the particular occasion, I must have drifted off, because suddenly I felt my shoulder gripped and shaken hard, and realized I was headed for the ditch! I don‘t know which startled me more – almost crashing or that grip – since I was totally alone in the car. I know it wasn‘t my imagination because for a good ten minutes afterward, I could feel the remnants of that grip on my shoulder and thank god for it. Those kinds of ghosts are always welcome There was one other incident, where I had just gone to bed. All of a sudden, I felt this weight on me, and heard this: ―I‘ve had enough of you‖, and it felt as if the ―presence‖ tried to bite off the side of my face. I wasn‘t sleeping or dreaming. I had just gotten into the bed – and I can tell you, I didn‘t stay there. Whatever it was I don‘t ever want to have that kind of experience again. the end.
I have had a couple of experiences with ―ghosts‖. At least, that is all that I can call it, as I have no other category in which to put these experiences. I am not a person who looks for this kind of ―adventure‖ so even I had a hard time believing it.
The first one happened when I was in college. I was attending a lecture given by a well-known Canadian photographer and the room had been darkened, to allow for us to watch his slide presentation. One series of photos were not my ―cup of tea‖ and my mind wandered. I noticed a man walk down the center aisle, and move towards my photography teacher and his wife, who were sitting one row ahead of me and across the aisle. I noticed that he was blonde, tall, and slim and was wearing a plaid jacket.
He moved over to stand behind the couple and had a big smile on his face as he looked down at them. Suddenly, I realized that this was odd, and just as quickly as I realized that and focused my attention there, he was gone – I mean ―disappeared‖! I, of course, ―freaked‖ and told my class mate what I had seen – and he, being quite familiar with the teacher, approached him after the session and told him the story. Apparently, I had described the teacher‘s wife‘s brother, who had recently passed, right down to the plaid jacket. She took it to mean that it was a message for her that he was okay and still with her.
The second incident happened on my way home from my job in the city. It was an hour or so drive, and on the particular occasion, I must have drifted off, because suddenly I felt my shoulder gripped and shaken hard, and realized I was headed for the ditch! I don‘t know which startled me more – almost crashing or that grip – since I was totally alone in the car. I know it wasn‘t my imagination because for a good ten minutes afterward, I could feel the remnants of that grip on my shoulder and thank god for it. Those kinds of ghosts are always welcome There was one other incident, where I had just gone to bed. All of a sudden, I felt this weight on me, and heard this: ―I‘ve had enough of you‖, and it felt as if the ―presence‖ tried to bite off the side of my face. I wasn‘t sleeping or dreaming. I had just gotten into the bed – and I can tell you, I didn‘t stay there. Whatever it was I don‘t ever want to have that kind of experience again. the end.
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