As crazy as this is going to sound, I've seen "spirits" all of my life. My entire family can tell you stories of me seeing ghosts. I remember staying at my aunt's house. I hated that place so much. I was lying on the couch one night, everyone was in bed and I was having trouble falling asleep. I began hearing someone walking around in the kitchen and I knew that no one was up but me. The footsteps grew loud and heavy as if whatever was walking around weighed more than the average person. It paced back and forth from the kitchen to the end of the couch where I was sleeping, stopping at the foot for a second before returning on the path it came and back again. I never saw what it was even though my eyes were wide open. I never stayed the night at her house after that.
I could sit here all day writing stories of these encounters but who really wants to read a bunch of ghost stories? I will tell you about one particular incident where my heart felt like it stopped beating for a moment.
We had just recently moved to Georgia when I met a man and we began dating. He was coming to pick me up that night and I was excited because it was the first "date" date we were going to have. I got ready and as ex-military I'm very impatient when it comes to time. I'm a very prompt, if not early, woman. He was late and I was growing weary of sitting inside. I walked through the house and started turning off the lights. The last light to turn off was the light in my bedroom. I walked into my room, turned off the light and ventured out into the hallways towards the front door. I was digging in my purse for my phone to use as a light source. When I found my phone I glanced up and I saw a figure slowly moving towards me. I gasped, dropped my phone and began backing up. No words escaped my lips, I could feel my heart pounding so hard I thought it would jump right out of my chest. I continued backing up until my back hit the wall behind me. As the figure moved toward me, it held out it's hand as if beckoning me to take hold of it. I slid down the wall, whimpering and completely terrified. It grew closer and closer and I was clenching my purse so tightly that my hands began to hurt. As I sat there on the floor trembling, unable to move, it spoke to me.
"Baby."
"Baby."
I was confused and almost couldn't understand what it was saying because of the fear that gripped my entire body. I spoke back to it.
"Wh.. wh.. what do you want from me?"
It stood there, hand still extended. It spoke again.
"Take my hand."
The voice was so familiar. I knew him, I knew that voice. It spoke again.
"Jessica, will you get off the fucking floor so we can go eat? I'm starving."
At that moment, that fucking very moment I snapped out of and realized I was sitting on the floor, shivering and absolutely terrified because my boyfriend walked into the house without me hearing him and proceeded to scare the fucking shit out of me. I was so pissed off at him, I stood up screaming
"Why the fuck didn't you say anything to me?"
He told me that he thought I knew it was him and I replied
"Yes, because all women cower in the presence of their boyfriend."
He said
"Well, we do live in Georgia and the domestic abuse rate in this town in through the roof."
I could have stabbed him at that point but karma paid him back. He's now married to the town whore and she fucks everyone BUT him.
Take THAT asshole!
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