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Ok, here goes.

I was ten years old and sick as a dog with the flue. My family had gone to the school to watch a concert that my other two brothers were playing in, so I was home alone. This was 1978 and in rural Oklahoma. About 10 p.m. I was watching television laying on my couch, with all the lights in the house out. All of a sudden someone walked in front of the television set, and sat down in the chair next to me. I was startled and sat up. When I did, I saw that it was a young boy about my age. At that time I saw a movement in my peripheral vision. I looked to my left and a young girl of about six sat down on the couch. The young girl just stared at the television, but the boy was mouthing something that I couldn't hear. The even stranger thing was, the volume of the television was muted too. Like I had suddenly become deaf.

I never told anyone about that night for a long time until about two years later. I was awakened by my brother making noise in the bathroom across the hall from our bedroom. I looked up and saw "him" standing in the hall (not my brother, the boy from the last sighting). I couldn't really believe what I was seeing, so I told my brother that if he was done in the bathroom to shut off the light. The boy walked away, and to my utter amazement my brother leaned over into the doorway and told me to go back to sleep. I asked him if he saw the boy in the hall and he looked at me like I was crazy.

I remembered that a girl from my school lived in the house when she was a little girl. I went to her and asked her if she had ever seen anything weird in the house. What she told me scared my pants off. She told me that she used to ask her mother for snacks for her "friends". Her mother would laugh it off as a child's imagination. Well, according to her either her mother or father saw something in the house that scared them enough to move out immediately. She was told never to tell anyone about her "friends". I asked who they were. She said that the house used to be a horse riding stable before they moved in. Apparently two kids, a boy of ten and a girl of six, were riding a horse together. As often happens in Oklahoma, a flash thunderstorm blew in and a clap of thunder startled their horse. Now we live just up a hill from a creek that has the potential to flash flood in an instant in storms such as this, and that's exactly what happened. The kids were thrown from their horse into the creek. Both were eventually found upstream some days later.

Other strange things have happened in the house that I could mention, but I'll leave that for another post.

Hope you liked that one. It is a true story.

Wow, just sitting here reading that I got a goosebump or two. Its interesting and fun (fun is not the right word, but drawn maybe?) to think about the possibilty of ghosts.

I'm still skeptical, but I'm not wholly convinced that it's hogwash either. There are 2 places within just a few miles of my house that have stories that seem to never die and I always pass those places and wonder. One's an old town hall and ones a bar that's so old it has a dirt basement.

My own experience of when I was about 12 wasn't as visual as yours, but it still made me wonder.

I went into my room and turned on a light to read, and the light bulb flashed and died. I glanced at the clock and it was 7:20. We got a call about an hour later that my great grandmother had passed away and my Mom said she died at 7:20. Our great grandmother and our family were really close. She didn't live with us but she was at our house as often as we could have her there. She surely couldn't have been loved any more than we loved her, so maybe thats what the connection was.

The 7:20 time just struck me as a coincidence, but after that it seemed like everytime a light bulb in the house would go out it would be within 5 minutes of 7:20. That lasted for at least three years, and during the week of the anniversary when she died there were light bulbs popping left and right at our house. When we moved to a new house it never happenned again. But I still look at the clock when a light bulb blows.

I don't believe in ghosts but I do have to share my story.

Two months prior to my wedding, my younger brother, then 20, was killed in a car accident. It happened on a Sunday morning and we buried him the following Wednesday. It was over Labor Day weekend in the midwest. The following weekend, probably about the same time as my brother's death but one week later, I was at my fiance's watching tv. We had no air conditioning and the windows were open. I don't know if you know the midwest but September can be hotter than August and there was literally no movement of air, no breeze happening. It was hot! I was about to fall asleep when all of a sudden it got freezing in the room. I was really scared. I said to my future husband, "Do you feel that? What is it?" He said, "I think it's your brother." I was so scared (I have never been as scared in my life as I was then nor since), I held his hand tightly and shut my eyes. He looked at the end of the room and said, "You can move on now. I'll take care of your sister from now on." Suddenly, the cold ended as suddenly as it had begun. Strangely, the room was just as hot as it had been and there was no residual breeze or temperature change from the cold that had entered the room. It was like stepping into a meat locker and then coming back into a normal room.

Although other family members have since died, I have had no other "visits" like this and consider myself a fairly rational person. The concept of my brother coming to me as a ghost isn't really part of my Christian education regarding death. I am not a ghost hunter and would freak out if something like this happened again.