Maybe, maybe not. My grandfather had just passed away. I was home from college and came back in the house really late after being with friends (sober). Walked into the foyer which was pitch black and my hair stood on end and his distinct old person smell hit me hard. I quietly whispered that I loved him but he was scaring the **** out of me. It went away instantly.

Could be all in my head but it stuck with me.

Several years ago I was working late in middle of the night like 3am.
I'm the only one in the building and it was a small office in a strip center with a glass front.
Im at the desk and I hear a knock on the front glass.. I look up a little startled and nobody is there. I walk to the front door and peep around (didn't open it) and nobody is in sight.
I turn around and in a mirror see the reflection of the front door and there is an old man with glasses wearing a trench coat and a fedora standing there.... I immediately turn around to face the door and nobody is there.

Needless to say I grabbed my chit and bolted out the back door as fast as I could .. heart racing 100 miles an hour as I drive off.

I've had two girlfriends die and neither one has haunted me. I feel like they don't even care anymore.

combat wombat said:

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WHAT WAS IN THE KITCHEN?!

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Apparently not the wife. This country has gone to hell.

I thought I had told this on here, but I looked through the thread and apparently I haven't.

It was when my cousin was under a year old. My aunt and uncle woke up one night hearing him crying over the baby monitor. My aunt went to his room and when she got there she found him laughing and acting like he was playing with somebody.

This apparently happened a few more times, until one night they heard somebody respond to his crying saying "shhh, it's okay." Naturally, that freaked them out, and they both ran to his room, only to find nobody there and him acting like he was playing with somebody again.

A few days later, my aunt woke up from a nap on the couch. She looked toward the dining room table and saw a pair of old boots like my grandpa used to wear (he died in 1980, this was 1990). She then heard him say "it's alright, I'm leaving now." The boots disappeared, and nothing else ever happened after that

A buddy of mine used to live in a house across from the location of the old "hanging tree" in Navasota. The street was built around the tree - you can still see the inset of the curb on McAlpine Street (behind the DQ).

Not long after my buddy moved in, he was in the crapper with the door open (home alone). The bathroom was at the end of a long hall - bathroom at the front of the house, then two bedrooms, then the master bedroom at the end of the hall. He caught something out of the corner of his eye and looked down the hall to see a black man walk from the living room, across the hallway, and through the closed door of his son's room. He hopped up and waddled down the hall - opened the door with no one there. He was freaked, but didn't say anything to his family.

A couple of months later, his daughter (probably 7 at the time) was setting the table for dinner. She added an extra spot and her parents asked why. She said it was for the black man that was standing in the living room. No one else saw anything.

Randomly, I stumbled across a Facebook profile a month or two ago of a guy who was passing through Navasota and stopped to do an EVP session at the site of the old hanging tree. Sure a ****, one of the voices he picked up was of what sounded like an old black man. I played it for my buddy and he agreed that it sounded exactly like the person he had seen.

He has since sold the house and moved out, strangely enough right next door to a very old cemetery and historic property. So far, there hasn't been anything strange coming from either.

One of my cousin's grandkids has an imaginary friend that she talks about, no big deal a lot of kids do that. This went on for a while and my cousin was babysitting one day and showing her some family pictures of when she herself was a kid. Her granddaughter pointed at one picture of my cousin's mom and said "Hey, that's my friend" .

However, my cousin's mom had died several years before her granddaughter was born. One her other grandkids has had a similar interaction with this "friend"

I had a ghost grope me once when I was making pottery. Does that count?