My Best Friend Was a Ghost
A paranormal encounter...
Once upon a time I was lucky enough to know a ghost, but since I was very young no one really believed me, my family included. He was my best friend and protector for years, telling me that since I had a gift for speaking to the dead I needed his protection. He watched over me faithfully, my silver-haired angel, clad all in black, an imposing figure of the Victorian era. Sadly as time went on it became clear there were just too many differences and I was expected to outgrow my 'imaginary' friend.
So he left and I shut out any idea of him forever. Even to this day I myself wonder if he was real. Did I imagine the things he did? Was he a real ghost who for a time protected a friend he'd promised to spend a lifetime with? I can only imagine how our friendship would have grown had fate been kinder and he had stayed by my side.
I leave it to readers to decide if they have a rational explanation for my experiences. All photography used herein is my original work. However if you own the copyrights to any other media and want something removed or credit and a link, please contact me.
As my mother always said...
We have far more to fear from the living than the dead. I was never in any danger from my ghostly friend, even though I tormented him endlessly being a silly-headed young girl who found the whole idea very romantic.
The Most Hated Show on Earth
There is a particular ghost show I shall not mention by name that the ghostly gentleman absolutely hated. Because pretty much every episode ended with the ghost being a demon of some sort. So he'd play with the TV until I couldn't watch the program. Now if I changed the channel the TV was fine. It was also fine during commercials and during any other program. He was insulted about it, and I can see his point. Would YOU like to be called a demon just because you are dead?
When I'd get out the ouija board after, which I really didn't need his answers would be stiff and hurt. How, after all could I watch such terrible lies? I eventually stopped watching the show, mainly because I started looking at it from his point of view and saw how much it would hurt. I wonder now if he knows how sorry I am for hurting his feelings like that, but it is too late for regret and sorrow now.
I do still recall his offers to throw the set down the stairs with great fondness.
I had a poster for the Blair Witch movie I got out of a CD of music from the film and the ghost hated it. He'd rip it off the wall every chance he got, hissing that ghosts were not evil and how could I, he thought we were friends. I shot back that it was a horror movie, and the poster went back up.
After enough fights and him showing his ghostly wrath by banging on the wall loudly I took the poster down. He was after all my best friend and looked after my welfare. It wasn't his fault for having grown up and lived in the Victorian age. As he often dryly said if he wasn't dead I would have put him in his grave long ago.
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Tease the Ghost
One of my favorite games to play with my ghostly friend, was tease the ghost. He seemed to like the basement office my dad had, mainly because I was forbidden to go there. "I can have some peace and quiet." He would say. Then go on to make rude remarks about my modern clothes and hideous taste in music (80s metal) and of course I now realize it was his rather strange way of showing he liked me. But my way was just as strange. When he'd refuse to come out even for the ouija board or wouldn't come talk to me at night I'd play Tease the Ghost, which by the way, I don't want readers doing at home.
Tease the Ghost consisted of taunting and insulting him from the very edge of my father's office (I wasn't allowed in, remember?) until he would give a bellowing roar of frustration and tear through the house after me. I'd run through the house screaming with laughter and get into my bedroom, diving under the covers.
He would follow until he was floating in the doorway near the ceiling, his whole inky black form heaving with rage, and I'd only giggle as his eyes glowed in warning. He'd growl a warning about teasing dead people and slink back off to the basement.
If he was feeling displeased the paranormal activity in the house would pick up, and of course it was all things people know happen in haunted houses, so could it have just been events as yet unexplained by science? I remember he loved removing certain artwork from the wall, pulling roofing nails out of the wall, snapping thick wires and otherwise going on a merry rampage because it was his wall to lean on and his didn't want the art there.
Considering I loved the art and was a sickly child I wouldn't have had the strength to do these things myself and once the art was moved to a new location he calmed down. But he was a furiously stubborn man and expected me to listen to him. (I almost swear his arms were perpetually crossed in displeasure.) But he never hurt me or my family.
Even at his most frightening (he collapsed an entire bookcase once to protest my being put in then unknown danger) he was still a protective friend. He seemed frustrated no one else could see him and only resorted to destruction to get his point across, but he did save me once.
We were on vacation in Gettysburg and wanted to go to a favorite place where we'd all roam separately shopping but he begged me not to go so I told my parents I wanted to do something else. Later it turned out a woman had been attacked and he confessed he knew one of us, either my mother or me would have been either abducted or killed. Can ghosts really see the future? Did my friend save my life or did my lonely imagination somehow sense danger and invent my friend to protect me?
The Halloween Gift
Although I questioned my parents for years, they swore they didn't do the following stunt. Did they do it to give me proof of my friend? Or was he real and giving me a final gift to remember him by? One Halloween as I went to feed the goldfish in what was by then dad's and my office I beheld a strange sight.
The pellet food had been taken out of the bag and formed into a perfect pyramid on my desk, and I mean perfect as if it had been molded in a form. Yet when I touched it it was loose and easily fell apart. For those of you wondering why I didn't take photographic proof well it seemed too good to be true.
The holy grail of ghostdom, proof of the paranormal. So I figured it had to be my parents, meaning well but breaking my heart at the same time because proof is always the one thing we seek and my rational mind could explain way every event that ever happened between us.
It still haunts me to think that this could have been my beloved friend reaching out, showing me in his own way that I was loved and treasured and yes, he was real. But by then my parents, friends and concerned relatives had me convinced ghosts weren't real, so perhaps it was only a well-meant prank on my parents part.
So what do you think, was my ghostly friend real?
Was he real?
The Ghost and Mrs. Muir
This of course he did like a bit better even if I do recall words like 'romantic twaddle' and 'filling young girls heads with fluff'.
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A return visit?
Just the other day as I was watching TV several strange events happened. First some lids to candles fell out of my coffee table (it has a top and storage area) but those could just be vibrations. Then how do I explain that the arm to my fall decoration was moved so that he was petting a nearby meerkat figure? Trust me, it was not set up that way. Curiouser and curiouser...