- Religion and Philosophy
True Story: The Gray Ghost
The Gray Ghost on Halloween Night
The Gray Ghost – A True Story
It was late October of 1997, one night I was driving through the small downtown streets of the city of Colorado Springs with my friend Jane. We were on our way to a ritual to honor those who had crossed over being held at Colorado College. I wasn’t familiar with the area yet, as I’d just moved there the previous summer. Jane and I had been talking about how much we loved fall, especially in the mountains; the air was turning so cold and crisp, the smells of food being made for large gatherings, and we could finally wear those long winter dresses and sweaters. The evenings were growing dark so early now, but we both loved the turning of the seasons.
Out of the corner of my left eye, I saw a man locking the door of one of the older houses on this otherwise dimly lit street. I slowed the car down to almost a crawl; we were looking for an address or to see a street sign.
The man distracted me. We were dressed for ritual; I thought perhaps he was headed that way too. I had on one of my long black dresses and a long black travelling cloak. He wore a shorter gray travelling cloak over his suit; He put on his top hat when he slipped out the door and carried a short white walking stick under his arm. He let the screen door slam behind him and walked to the edge of the porch without raising his head. Jane had been talking to me about the directions to the ritual and it appeared we still needed to go another block down and turn left.
The man rushed down the stairs and bounded across the yard; he didn’t seem to notice or look up to see my car approaching. I was afraid to go any faster for I didn’t think he was going to stop. He opened the gate to his yard, came rushing out straight across the sidewalk…and I slammed on the brakes. Jane and I both gasped at the suddenness of it all. He wasn’t stopping; he was going to walk right into my car! Just then, he stepped off the curb and disappeared.
I sat there in the middle of the street – shocked – and turned to Jane with her wide eyes. She simply said, “Yeah, I saw him too.”
*After the Ritual, we went back to my condo and discussed our encounter with The Gray Ghost – and we realized that he must have been one of those ghosts who are pure energy – the kind that is imprinted on the environment like a memory that replays itself over and over again. He was not aware of any of his surroundings and his style of dress would have placed him around 1900 to 1920. The more I thought about it, he wasn’t actually dressed in gray, his entire appearance seemed to be in black and white. Although it was dark, he seemed to emit his own light, like an image on TV, only there were no colors, only shades of gray. He was not aware of anything except for what would have been there in his time, a door, the stairs, a yard, and probably a gate of some sort. But the funny thing about the gate was that he did not turn to shut it so the original may have been on a hinge that automatically swung shut behind him. Maybe he was replaying the events of his last night on earth or simply taking advantage of the thinning of the veil.