WildcatOne wrote:...you had a ghost when you and your brothers and sisters were kids? What's the story?
Yes. Short little thing. Used to watch us when it thought we weren't looking. We would try to use our peripheral vision to study it as much as we could without moving, but invariably one us would move it and would zip behind up the stairs (staircase behind the living room wall). We'd all hurriedly run to the bottom of the steps and see it zip out of sight at the top of the stairs. In the middle bedroom, we often saw it hovering in the doorway, just watching. I would try with all my might to see what it was, but it was just a gray shadow against the black. When I would twitch, it would zip away. We always thought it was a little boy and someone told us that a little boy who'd lived in that apartment had climbed one of the smokestacks in the steel mills and fell in. Can't confirm that. I've looked for ghosts everywhere else I've been in my life, but nothing until your house and Mr. Goodvibes. But as I said, they've torn down those apartments and built a highway. A few years ago, I said to my sister Judy that I wonder what would happen to our little ghost. She excitedly remembered that she had gone by the old, abandoned apartments and took photos of our place. When she developed the photos, she was surprised to see what appeared to be an apparition smiling down at her from an upstairs window, with surprisingly, another taller figure behind the smaller one. Either that, or the sun caught a weird design on the screen, but given our history in the apartment, it was a shocking photo. I'll try to find that. I think I have it scanned. bp