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I know its not Halloween yet but I have a ghost story to share and I wonder if anyone else has had an uncanny experience that they would like to share.
This is an experience that happened to me when I was five and I remembered it today as I opened a box in my office that had "the photograph" in it. I shared the story with some of my colleagues and I will share it with you.
I went for a visit to my greatgrandmother's house with my maternal grandmother, her sister, my mother and her sister, my aunt Mary. While they were talking boring lady stuff, I went into the living room to play with my doll, Jenny. A nice looking young man walked down the steps into the living room, called me by my childhood nickname and asked me if I knew who he was. I said no and he said he said he was my Uncle Bill. I also remember him asking me what the name of my doll was and I told him. I clearly remember what he looked like and him bending down to speak to me. I don't remember what else he said except that for some reason he frightened me so much I ran out of the room into the kitchen where I started crying that I wanted to go home. My mother asked why and I said because Uncle Bill is scaring me. My Italian greatgrandmother blessed herself and everyone else seemed beside themselves and my mother got up with my aunt Mary to take me home. I remembered that my doll was still in the living room and I asked my Mom to get it for me. The doll's eyes were scratched out and I went into hysterics. Several days later my grandmother gave me a bunch of old photos to look at and asked me if Uncle Bill was in any of them. I picked out a man in his wedding picture. It turns out that this was my grandmother's brother Bill, my greatgrandmother's son who died shortly after his wedding of an acute abdominal illness. He died at my greatgrandmother's house where he and his wife were living while he was ill. He was not yet thirty and I don't believe I had ever heard of him. My mom saved the photo for me. I have carried it with me for years but packed it up when my company left its old location just over a year ago. I unpacked it today while I was looking for something else and the memory came back. My Mom and my aunt are still spooked by the incident and said it gave themthe heebie jeebies. I don't know how to explain it except that maybe it was a supernatural experience and that my Uncle Bill was still an angry man when I met him. I don't know why he spoke to me but I do beleive that there are some things that just can't be explained. True story. I would like to post the picture. I have a scanner at work. If someone can tell me how to get a scanned pic up on these boards I can post the photo tomorrow.
This is an experience that happened to me when I was five and I remembered it today as I opened a box in my office that had "the photograph" in it. I shared the story with some of my colleagues and I will share it with you.
I went for a visit to my greatgrandmother's house with my maternal grandmother, her sister, my mother and her sister, my aunt Mary. While they were talking boring lady stuff, I went into the living room to play with my doll, Jenny. A nice looking young man walked down the steps into the living room, called me by my childhood nickname and asked me if I knew who he was. I said no and he said he said he was my Uncle Bill. I also remember him asking me what the name of my doll was and I told him. I clearly remember what he looked like and him bending down to speak to me. I don't remember what else he said except that for some reason he frightened me so much I ran out of the room into the kitchen where I started crying that I wanted to go home. My mother asked why and I said because Uncle Bill is scaring me. My Italian greatgrandmother blessed herself and everyone else seemed beside themselves and my mother got up with my aunt Mary to take me home. I remembered that my doll was still in the living room and I asked my Mom to get it for me. The doll's eyes were scratched out and I went into hysterics. Several days later my grandmother gave me a bunch of old photos to look at and asked me if Uncle Bill was in any of them. I picked out a man in his wedding picture. It turns out that this was my grandmother's brother Bill, my greatgrandmother's son who died shortly after his wedding of an acute abdominal illness. He died at my greatgrandmother's house where he and his wife were living while he was ill. He was not yet thirty and I don't believe I had ever heard of him. My mom saved the photo for me. I have carried it with me for years but packed it up when my company left its old location just over a year ago. I unpacked it today while I was looking for something else and the memory came back. My Mom and my aunt are still spooked by the incident and said it gave themthe heebie jeebies. I don't know how to explain it except that maybe it was a supernatural experience and that my Uncle Bill was still an angry man when I met him. I don't know why he spoke to me but I do beleive that there are some things that just can't be explained. True story. I would like to post the picture. I have a scanner at work. If someone can tell me how to get a scanned pic up on these boards I can post the photo tomorrow.
