Ghost Stories
Ok, I saw a ghost. A real one. Two nights ago, in my kitchen. Full thing, grey / white translucent, hunched over posture. Second time I have ever seen a real ghost. First one was at Milady’s Bar, where I bartended in my twenties, when I was closing up at around 4:30am, fully awake, guy with a fedora by the white household fridge where we kept the back up beers. I asked the head bartender if there was a dude ghost with a hat she had ever encountered when she closed up after her shift, and she said, “oh yeah.” This one was a lady. Both times I got the sense that they wanted me to know they are there, but they act like they don’t. I addressed this one, she startled me after appearing suddenly when I turned around. She looked at me sheepishly and smiled a little. I was dreaming, I should add, but it was truly a phantom, clearly my kitchen, and I didn’t remember it until I turned out the lights last night. Then I got a little excited / scared and crawled into my son’s bed.
I posted the above on Facebook, and what came back was awesome. Sharing some highlights of peoples’s experiences and commentary:
William: My first night closing at Jones Cafe, I knew someone had snuck into the bar when I was outside putting on the window guards. I had to go room to room with a mop handle, just waiting for someone to jump out. No one, but every hair on my head was on point. I just introduced myself, said I would…
