Hello Todd! I love your site and I love Saturday Strange, so I figure it's
probably time to send in one of my own to keep it rolling. I've got a couple
stories for you. The first one happened when I was a little kid. I was with
my family at my grandparents' house, which had been in the family for
generations. It's no longer there, it burned down a few years ago. But
anyway, there we were. It was this big, dark, very old house on a lake. I
never felt totally comfortable being there. However, when this story took
place, I was too little to really put my finger on what the problem was, so
I just dealt with it and didn't say anything. Anyway, we were in one of the
upstairs bedrooms, the one at the very end of the hall. From there, you can
look across right into another bedroom, which is what I was doing when I
turned to my parents and asked "who's that lady?" They looked and didn't see
anyone, so they asked me to describe her, which I did, saying she was a
smiling, older woman, kind of chubby, sitting on the end of the bed in the
other room. Later on, when we got home, my parents pulled out an old photo
album and asked if I recognized any of the people, and I pointed out a
picture of my father's grandmother as the woman I had seen. Sadly, I don't
remember anything except pointing out the picture! It would be so cool to
remember what a ghost had looked like, but it's totally gone now.

Anyway, I've never actually seen another ghost, but I'm still pretty
"psychic" or whatever you want to call it. Sometime I'll send in some more
of my freaky supernatural experiences. Or just some weird dreams. Keep on
keepin' on, Todd!

Miki, CT

 

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