If my title got your attention, then I’m going to begin this little tale with a caveat just for you:
I don’t know that what I saw was actually a ghost.
Ghosts are defined as the souls or specters of the dead. I’m not even close to being convinced that it was the soul of a departed person that I saw. The fact is, I don’t know what the thing I saw was. And you don’t either.
When I was younger, I saw a few strange things. I still don’t know whether I imagined them or whether they were some sort of bizarre cosmic hiccup.
When I was a teenager, my family lived in a house purported to be haunted. Lights would dim and brighten, and we’d laugh and say that it was our ghost, Goosey (the nickname of the man who’d lived there.) Although friends weren’t too fond of the strangeness with the lights and the general creep factor of our house, it didn’t bother me. I did once see a strange shadow moving on the staircase landing, but that’s as close as I came to ever spotting anything outside the norm. Continue reading