Do you believe in ghosts? Things that go creepy crawly in the night type of ghosts? We’re going off the beaten path a bit today, but Stef and I were reminiscing about our ghost story and thought it would be fun to share it with our readers. Have you ever had some weird experience that you can’t explain with normal, rational thought? Some sort of otherworldly, ghostly phenomenon? Even for people that do not believe in such things, ghost stories are always fun. So, please indulge us, gather around our virtual campfire and listen to our story…
Way back in the early 1990’s, Stef and I were two college aged girls living in the big city of Philadelphia. Actually, I had just moved to her Center City apartment, as she was finishing up her last year of school. Just days after I moved in, our incident occurred. As I had yet to fully move all of my stuff to Philly and needed to buy some furniture (like a bed) for my room, I was bunking in Stef’s room until I had it all sussed out.
Anyway, one night just like any other, Stef and I watched the latest Beverly Hills 90210, laughed over the fabulousness and absurdity of it and then proceeded to get ready for bed. We were sharing her bed for a few more days (Not like that, who do you think we are? Rock of Love contestants?) until I had my room set up. So, we are fast asleep in the middle of the night, dreaming sweet dreams, when suddenly, I was completely awake with a weird feeling that something was wrong. Bear in mind, I am a sound sleeper; telephone calls, loud music, early morning garbage trucks, none of it ever causes me to so much as stir in my sleep. Yet suddenly, I was wide-awake, scared and certain someone was in our room!
Stef’s bed was pushed against the wall and I was laying against the wall and facing Stef, who had the room side of the bed. She was still asleep, with her back to me and as my eyes adjusted to the dark, I SAW A MAN in the center of the room coming towards our bed! In my mind, I thought maybe I was seeing things. I was paralyzed with fright as I watched him, with his arms outstretched, silently get closer and closer as he glided (there’s really no other word for it) towards us. Then I noticed that Stef was stirring from her sleep as well. She semi sat up, looked directly at the man in front of us (whose hands were now inches from her face) and said, “What are doing?”
“AHHHHHHHHH” a giant screeching scream came out of my mouth and I knew we just had to Get Out of the Room! I stood up on the bed, hopped over Stef already running and sprinted out of the bedroom, down the hall, through our living room and out the front door to the blindingly bright shared hallway of our apartment building, screeching the entire time.
As I stood in the safe, bright hallway, I watched Stef, stumbling along my same path all “What the hell is going on?” I could barely get the words out of my mouth as tried to explain what just happened. “There was a man in the room!” I choked out. I watched Stef’s face change from confused bemusement at my freak-out to a wide-eyed terror filled face. Until that moment, she had assumed she was dreaming about the man and I woke her from the creepy nightmare.
Nope, we had both awoken from a sound sleep, for no known reason, to see this man creeping towards us. But how? There was only one-way in or out, our windows were shut tight and we were on the 12th floor of the building anyway. No one is scaling 12 stories on 16th and Spruce to break into our humble apartment. We walked slowly back to the bedroom, turning on every light in the place and searching for any sign of intrusion and a possible explanation.
As we tried to calm down and fall back asleep, we discussed it from every possible angle. Not only did Stef and I both see this man with his arms reaching out for us, we both saw other details the same. He was an olive skinned man with dark hair and a baggy long sleeved white shirt encasing those creepy arms! So ok, there wasn’t an actual man in our room. Maybe we imagined and/or dreamed it. But how did we dream the same exact thing and at the same exact time? Dun, dun!
To this day, we still have no explanation for it. It’s turned into more of a funny story than a ghost story as we try to recreate my high-pitched scream and flight from our ghost. So, what about you we heart this readers? Do you believe in the supernatural? Do you have a great ghost story to share or details on that haunted house? We want to hear all about it!
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