This sounds like fun! Looking forward to reading more. Funnily, ghosts must be on our collective minds because I write about ghosts today too in my post! 😀
I'm really looking forward to this exchange, Wil -- what a great idea! I do not believe in disembodied spirits, but I do believe in the concept of ghosts. In my belief system, they represent something much more sinister and malevolent than people with unfinished business. I don't have any personal experiences... only things I read online.
I do hope one of our letters will inspire you to tell us more! (I’m imagining a demon pretending to be a ghost, like in The Conjuring movies!) And you should ask around to hear if anyone you know has a personal experience!
My best friend from 1st-5th grade was at her grandma's house after her grandpa passed away. And she saw a ghostly hand reach around the staircase. She told us this story at a slumber party to celebrate her birthday. We stayed up all night drinking "pep juice." Which was really just pop with a piece of paper with the words "pep juice" written on marker taped over the brand. The party was in July and at one point there was lighting in the sky, and we all swear we saw a skeleton in the clouds.
Me, I've never seen a ghost, but I do have a UFO story. A guy took me on a date to the beach on Lake Michigan. We were down there way past when you were allowed to. And they have these round concrete things out in the middle of the water. I don't even know what it is. It's just this giant concrete thing that sometimes is in the middle of the lake, sometimes on the sand, depending on how high the water is. We were out there on the beach when we look out and we see this light shooting straight up next to he concrete thing, like coming from the water and shooting all the way into the sky. We were freaking out, both of us, for five minutes AT LEAST. And then the light just went straight back up into the sky. Yes, we got the hell outta there.
I’m 11 or 12, I’m camping in a tent with two other Boy Scouts. Jimmy wakes me whispers, “Wil, it’s too bright.”
And it was.
Like a floodlight shining down on the tent. “Aliens,” I whisper back.
Jimmy looks at the polyester walls we can’t see past but through which the intense light has illuminated everything in our tent. He nods, puts his finger to his lips, and starts quietly digging in his bag, maybe for a pocket knife?
Chris stirs and yawns.
“What’s going on?” he asks, loud, like you talked in the cafeteria. “Why are you whispering?”
I lose it. I hiss, “there’s aliens” and I start punching him to be quiet.
Chris yells louder. Stuck in his sleeping bag, he can’t defend himself from my increasing blows.
“Stop hitting me,” he yells.
“SHUT UP!” I yell back. “ALIENS!”
Jimmy waves for us to hush but we don’t notice him. Chris escapes from his sleeping bag, grabs my fist, pulls his elbow back.
“Be quiet,” Jimmy hisses.
And the clouds cover the moon, the night is dark again, I shake out of my terror, and Jimmy takes a deep breath and says, “it was a cloud.”
We calm down. We go back to bed. Crazy the tricks the mind will play on you when you’re half-asleep.
Or?
Sometimes I like to think the aliens turned off their tractor beam when they heard how violent and crazy 12 year old Boy Scouts could be.
We also have a tub ghost that I routinely need flush out by opening the shower curtain every time I go into the bathroom. I'm convinced if I don't let him out, he'll attack me at my most vulnerable. 😂😂
What about the ghost who eats the last bite of my dessert when I'm not looking? He/she has also been known to finish my coffee before I can enjoy the final sip.
I say your brother made it up to convince himself. A teenage boy is among the most unreliable witnesses around.
This sounds like fun! Looking forward to reading more. Funnily, ghosts must be on our collective minds because I write about ghosts today too in my post! 😀
Oooo-ooo!!!
I'm really looking forward to this exchange, Wil -- what a great idea! I do not believe in disembodied spirits, but I do believe in the concept of ghosts. In my belief system, they represent something much more sinister and malevolent than people with unfinished business. I don't have any personal experiences... only things I read online.
I do hope one of our letters will inspire you to tell us more! (I’m imagining a demon pretending to be a ghost, like in The Conjuring movies!) And you should ask around to hear if anyone you know has a personal experience!
My best friend from 1st-5th grade was at her grandma's house after her grandpa passed away. And she saw a ghostly hand reach around the staircase. She told us this story at a slumber party to celebrate her birthday. We stayed up all night drinking "pep juice." Which was really just pop with a piece of paper with the words "pep juice" written on marker taped over the brand. The party was in July and at one point there was lighting in the sky, and we all swear we saw a skeleton in the clouds.
Me, I've never seen a ghost, but I do have a UFO story. A guy took me on a date to the beach on Lake Michigan. We were down there way past when you were allowed to. And they have these round concrete things out in the middle of the water. I don't even know what it is. It's just this giant concrete thing that sometimes is in the middle of the lake, sometimes on the sand, depending on how high the water is. We were out there on the beach when we look out and we see this light shooting straight up next to he concrete thing, like coming from the water and shooting all the way into the sky. We were freaking out, both of us, for five minutes AT LEAST. And then the light just went straight back up into the sky. Yes, we got the hell outta there.
Whoah
I’m 11 or 12, I’m camping in a tent with two other Boy Scouts. Jimmy wakes me whispers, “Wil, it’s too bright.”
And it was.
Like a floodlight shining down on the tent. “Aliens,” I whisper back.
Jimmy looks at the polyester walls we can’t see past but through which the intense light has illuminated everything in our tent. He nods, puts his finger to his lips, and starts quietly digging in his bag, maybe for a pocket knife?
Chris stirs and yawns.
“What’s going on?” he asks, loud, like you talked in the cafeteria. “Why are you whispering?”
I lose it. I hiss, “there’s aliens” and I start punching him to be quiet.
Chris yells louder. Stuck in his sleeping bag, he can’t defend himself from my increasing blows.
“Stop hitting me,” he yells.
“SHUT UP!” I yell back. “ALIENS!”
Jimmy waves for us to hush but we don’t notice him. Chris escapes from his sleeping bag, grabs my fist, pulls his elbow back.
“Be quiet,” Jimmy hisses.
And the clouds cover the moon, the night is dark again, I shake out of my terror, and Jimmy takes a deep breath and says, “it was a cloud.”
We calm down. We go back to bed. Crazy the tricks the mind will play on you when you’re half-asleep.
Or?
Sometimes I like to think the aliens turned off their tractor beam when they heard how violent and crazy 12 year old Boy Scouts could be.
We also have a tub ghost that I routinely need flush out by opening the shower curtain every time I go into the bathroom. I'm convinced if I don't let him out, he'll attack me at my most vulnerable. 😂😂
What about the ghost who eats the last bite of my dessert when I'm not looking? He/she has also been known to finish my coffee before I can enjoy the final sip.
Bastard!
I hate that ghost! I got the same one! I think they’re a sub genre of poltergeist!
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