So Thanksgiving was good. My brother Chris and his wife Linda decided to join us along with my Granny, Uncle and Grandaddy. As we were just sitting around, already ate we started talking about random things. The usual topic is animals being my family is centered HEAVILY with animals being my mom owns a petstore and Chris is a horse trainer. One topic came up that spooked me out to no end.
Not too long ago, Chris and I had a discussion about how they’ve been hearing odd noises outside, and Linda been acting a bit two faced. Nothing more was said after that short little moment, however just today, Chris mentioned to us that when they have the TV on at times, this black box will pop up on the screen. You can see a little bit around it, however still annoying. Ready for the creepy part? Both Linda and Chris says when it happens, text will appear in the middle of the black box with usually one or two words. One of the most memorable ones was the text that appeared that read, “Get Out!” and “Momma!”
I immediately said, “LOL YOU HAS GHOSTS. LOL NOPE NOT VISITING NO MORE.” Though that’s not the only ghost encounter I’ve heard, I’ve had a hands on one before.
My boyfriend’s house is possessed with a small ghost that likes to stomp (I mean, you not only could hear it, you could feel it rattle the floor)around from the living room and into the kitchen. He likes to knock over stuff in the kitchen and open cabnets. At first, I was extremely spooked. I usually stayed at my boyfriend’s house while he went to work all day and I would hide in his bedroom. At first, Kyle didn’t believed me and laughed at me because he would only appear when I was alone. Finally, one night Kyle was alone in his house and witnessed the ghost’s strange behavior. Kyle grew more spooked that I was.
I stayed for another week and started to actually get to know the ghost in a way. He loved the TV to be on and soon as I turned it on, would stomp his way to the living room and stay in there long as the tv was on. If the kitchen was dirty, he would make a racket. Cleaning the dishes he would stop opening the cabnets and knocking stuff over. I actually grew awkwardly close with this ghost, I called him Bart. Later that week, Kyle had a priest visit the house. Soon after he told us that the ghost was a young male that committed suicide in the kitchen area. Bart wasn’t an angry ghost but rather a melancholy one that enjoyed the “interaction” of humans. The priest blessed the house and now Bart is relatively calm. He doesn’t knock over stuff anymore, he just stomps on occasion.
Random ghost stories? yays.
