They are the only ones who have ever lived there

March 2, 2025

by Fritz

2 min read

Story Premise 2 min read (288 words)

"My grandfather, who often sees spirits, has some intriguing tales. He and my grandma, whom we call Nana, live in a house built in the 1960s. They are the only ones who have ever lived there. Despite its relatively recent construction, the house has its share of ghostly visitors. One of the most notable is […]"

My grandfather, who often sees spirits, has some intriguing tales. He and my grandma, whom we call Nana, live in a house built in the 1960s. They are the only ones who have ever lived there. Despite its relatively recent construction, the house has its share of ghostly visitors. One of the most notable is a man in a cowboy hat who stands at the end of the hallway. He doesn’t say or do anything; he just stands there. My grandpa, my uncle, and a few of my uncle’s friends have all seen him. However, my dad, Nana, and I have never seen him. When I was younger, I always felt uneasy walking down that hallway, though I didn’t know why. My grandparents still live there, and I hope to see the cowboy ghost the next time I visit. I only learned about this story last Christmas, so maybe if I look for him, I’ll finally see him.

Another story my grandpa shared happened when he was around 15 or 16 years old. He saw his next-door neighbor, Mary, walking down the street. He called out to her, “Mary? Mary? Turn around, Mary!” He kept calling her name and even started walking towards her to get her attention. But no matter what he did, she didn’t turn around. Frustrated, he gave up and went to her house. When her mom answered the door, she was heartbroken. My grandpa said, “I just saw Mary walking down the street, but she wouldn’t turn around…” Her mom replied, “Mary died about two hours ago…” My grandpa believes he saw her spirit crossing over. He knew her well and was certain it was her face he saw before he started calling out to her.

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