Ghosts and strange things

March 1, 2025

by Avis

I always liked stories about ghosts and strange things. When I was little, my parents read me scary stories, and I listened to spooky tales around the fire at summer camp. But I never thought I would see a real ghost myself. One night, that changed.

I was ten years old, living in my family’s house in a quiet old neighborhood. The houses were big and old, and I always thought some of them must have ghosts. But that night, I saw something I would never forget.

It was a chilly Saturday night. My family had dinner together, then played a board game. After that, my little brother and I went to bed. We shared a room, and his bed was across from mine. The room was dark, but a little light came in through the window. We whispered to each other for a while, not feeling sleepy yet.

Then, something strange happened. A white mist started to form near the end of my bed. It floated in the air, slowly changing shape. I watched it, frozen in place. The mist became a face—an old man’s face. He had sharp eyes, a thin nose, and a serious expression. He looked right at me. His lips moved like he was talking, but I couldn’t hear a sound.

I needed to be sure I wasn’t imagining things. I whispered, “Do you see that?” to my brother. He opened his eyes, looked, and gasped. Then he screamed. I screamed, too.

Our parents ran into the room and turned on the light. The moment the light came on, the ghost disappeared. My dad looked at us, confused. “What is going on?” he asked. We told him everything.

My father listened, then went to get an old photo album. He gave it to me and asked me to look through it. “Do you see the man you saw?” he asked. I turned the pages, and then my hand stopped. “This is him!” I said.

My dad looked at the picture. “That’s my grandfather,” he said. “He died many years ago, before you were born.”

That was the first time I saw a ghost. Since then, I have seen others, but I will never forget that night—the night I realized that ghosts are real.

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