My ghost story started when I stayed for a couple weeks with my mom while I was waiting for my new apartment to be readied for me to move in. It was in 2004 and my mom and my step-dad lived in this two apartment house, they had lived there for about 5 years at this point. I had been there before visiting and I had met the landlord who lived in the upstairs apartment. His wife, Karen had been killed in a car accident years before and she had a daughter from a previous relationship that had gone to stay with her father when she died. Mom had told me stories of electrical appliances going on and off a lot. And if the door to the bedroom that her daughter had been in was closed you would hear someone walking in the hallway, pacing back and forth until you opened the door. Then the footsteps would stop.
Anyway, I am staying there for a couple weeks and I slept in the bedroom that had been the daughter of Karen’s. One night, I woke up and there was this woman in a white dress down past her ankles standing next to the bed, staring at me. At first, I was scared but then I just got a feeling that it was okay and I closed my eyes and fell back asleep. In the morning, I told my mom and she said “that happens sometimes”. I think, okay and thanks for the warning you know?
Then a couple days after that, I was in the kitchen. I was cutting up an apple into sections and placing them in a bowl. I dropped a slice on the floor but when I looked for it it was nowhere to be found. I looked all over that kitchen and even into the living room but I could not find that apple slice anywhere. I finally gave up looking and finished cutting the rest of the apple up and turned to place the knife in the sink. As I turned back to pick up the bowl, I saw something moving on the floor and when I looked down, there was an apple slice rolling across the kitchen floor. Rolling end up over end up longways coming right to where I was standing and it stopped, resting against one of my feet. I was stunned and just stood there trying to come to terms with what I had just seen and the refrigerator motor started turning on and off really fast. I finally said “ok Karen I get it, you want to let me know you are here”. And went on with what I was doing. During that two weeks I stayed with my mom, the appliances kept coming on all by themselves, and even my mom said it was happening a lot more than usual.
So, a few days later my mom was not feeling well and she was in her bedroom and I was there with her watching movies and just hanging out. I got up to get her a soda from the fridge and as I was coming down the hall and around the corner to the kitchen a woman came around from the other way. It happened so fast and I was sure we were going to collide but instead, we passed right through each other. She was the same woman I had seen next to my bed watching me and she was wearing the same dress and was as solid as I am. At first I was so surprised I said “oh, excuse me!” and then realized what had just happened to me. I ran back to my mom’s bedroom and told her and the look on her face was priceless. She told me that although she had heard her walking she had never seen her before. I do not know why she showed herself to me twice nor why she moved things around me like the apple slice. I do know that I have been able to see spirits since I was little but as I got older I stopped seeing them. It had been many years since I had seen a full solid apparition and it was amazing. I was a little sad at the news that my own apartment was ready to move into, I wanted to stay longer with my mom to see what else Karen would let me see. My mom however, was not as enthused as I was and was happy to see me leave as she was not comfortable with it. After I left things calmed down and went back to “normal” for the place, and even though I was there many times after until my mom moved out of the place I never saw her again. I did get to experience more of the footsteps and appliances turning on and off though. This was a gentle spirit and she just wanted to make herself known. I have other stories of the house I lived in as a child but those are not good memories at all. I will not talk about those times as they are better left alone. Thanks for reading my real ghost story!
From Debbie L.