Back in 2010-2011 I met an old man who used to be an army regular, of whom I became very good friends with. His wife passed away in 2012 and he didn’t have much of anyone left as he outlived his whole family. My mother often made dinners for him and we became very close as we spent a lot of time together. He was like the father I didn’t have and I respected and loved him as if he was my father.
Fast forward to May of 2021. He had a fall at the nursing home that he was at and broke his hip and a couple of ribs. He later fell again at the nursing home and broke his clavicle and three more ribs just a few weeks after his first fall. Sadly, that was the beginning of the end. He stopped eating and drinking and died in Mid July. He always had a fascination of ghosts and told us a particular ghost story that took place in the 1950’s.
I remember I asked him to visit me if he could and he said he would try. The last time I saw him, he said I love you and passed away shortly after. I was thankful I was there, but I think he held on just long enough for me to leave so I wouldn’t have to see him pass away he died 5 min after I left.
Now, back to the 1950’s ghost story. He used to live in a house that he thought was haunted. If they had guests over, the guests often felt a presence or had a lingering feeling that something wasn’t right. They would sometimes see shadows and hear things too. But the ghost that haunted their house seemed to be very friendly. My friend always treated the ghost like a member of their family so that may be why the ghost was friendly.
One day, in 1958, he went upstairs to go check something in the guest room and opened the door. He got hit with a cold blast of air and all of the curtains were completely horizontal toward the ceiling. He called his wife over who always saw it. The curtains remained that way for about 5 min before they slowly rested on their own.
After he passed, I would have dreams about him occasionally. Nice dreams too and left me feeling calm and at peace. We would sometimes hear footsteps and doors close in our house but didn’t pay much attention to it. One day, I heard a crash in the master bedroom and the curtains had fallen off of the wall somehow. I put them back up but could not figure out how they could have come off the wall.
The scariest one was around 3am in the morning, mid-October. My wife and I were sleeping and she heard a man talking. She couldn’t quite make it out but it sounded like he was telling a story of some sort (something he always liked to do ). My wife thought it was me talking and turned around to see what I wanted. She realized I was asleep and saw a shadow man standing next to the window right beside me with a triangular-shaped hat and completely opaque. It even blocked out the light from the side of the window. She got scared and screamed and turned on the light. The figure was still there but disappeared about 15 seconds later. I woke up and she said I stared right at it but I didn’t see anything.
Could this have just been sleep paralysis ? She was able to move and talk but I couldn’t see the figure. She’s always been a little “sensitive” to some degree.
