Ricardo C
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Here's a semi-haunted house story courtesy of my mother, who says it happened to me when I was a toddler (it couldn't have been later than 1980).
I was out with my parents once, we were getting pizza. According to my mom, I pointed at a man in the restaurant, and said "I know him, I've seen him at home". She asked if I meant I'd seen someone who looked like him on TV, and I said "no, I saw him by the door, he plays with me". They assumed I was just making it up, and nothing more was said about it.
A few weeks later, we were out of town visiting family and friends, and mom told my story to a friend of hers, who fancies herself a bit of psychic. Well... She supposedly went into a sort of trance, and described our apartment, which she'd never visited before. She said "yeah, right by the door, next to the painting with the horses, there's a bearded man there".
Given that we did have such a painting, and that she'd accurately described the layout of the place, my mom got nervous. Her friend supposedly then spoke to the man, and asked him why he was "bothering" me. The man said he enjoyed my company, and that we talked sometimes, but that he meant me no harm. My mom's friend told the man to "stop lingering there and to move on, as he was supposed to". She says the man left the apartment. According to her (the pychic), our apartment building was built on what used to be a cemetery. I know it sounds clichéd, but there you go. There were no more incidents after that, and we moved a year or so later.
I know my mom wouldn't lie to me, even to give me a scare. Was her friend pulling her leg by drawing educated conclusions from whatever stray bits of info she had about our new place? Did I actually meet a lost soul? I don't know. But I sure am glad I don't have a direct recollection of the event *shudder*
I was out with my parents once, we were getting pizza. According to my mom, I pointed at a man in the restaurant, and said "I know him, I've seen him at home". She asked if I meant I'd seen someone who looked like him on TV, and I said "no, I saw him by the door, he plays with me". They assumed I was just making it up, and nothing more was said about it.
A few weeks later, we were out of town visiting family and friends, and mom told my story to a friend of hers, who fancies herself a bit of psychic. Well... She supposedly went into a sort of trance, and described our apartment, which she'd never visited before. She said "yeah, right by the door, next to the painting with the horses, there's a bearded man there".
Given that we did have such a painting, and that she'd accurately described the layout of the place, my mom got nervous. Her friend supposedly then spoke to the man, and asked him why he was "bothering" me. The man said he enjoyed my company, and that we talked sometimes, but that he meant me no harm. My mom's friend told the man to "stop lingering there and to move on, as he was supposed to". She says the man left the apartment. According to her (the pychic), our apartment building was built on what used to be a cemetery. I know it sounds clichéd, but there you go. There were no more incidents after that, and we moved a year or so later.
I know my mom wouldn't lie to me, even to give me a scare. Was her friend pulling her leg by drawing educated conclusions from whatever stray bits of info she had about our new place? Did I actually meet a lost soul? I don't know. But I sure am glad I don't have a direct recollection of the event *shudder*