My interest in ghosts first appeared when I read a book of my mom’s, Strangely Enough by C.B. Colby. I’m not sure if the cover was missing when she gave it to me or if it ripped off over time from my frequent rereading. (My mom had a lot of books with missing covers, I have to guess she came about them illegally?) It is a collection of short, two-page stories that scared the living daylights out of me. I still look out my bathroom window at night and expect to see a man carrying a coffin.
Over the years I’ve read many ghost and paranormal books, encouraged by my Grandma Sheetz who also has a similar interest. She would find various books for me at garage sales. One day soon when my parents decide to clean out their attic, I’m sure I’ll be handed a huge box full of spooky stories.
I have always loved horror movies. I remember being at home alone, maybe thirteen years old, watching Phantasm and Killer Klowns from Outer Space. Not until the Internet age did I finally figure out where those disturbing images in my brain came from. Today’s horror movies take things too far with the disturbing content. (Saw, The Hills Have Eyes) I would much rather watch The Shining or Halloween.
I’m not sure if I’ve ever seen anything paranormal. When I was young, again maybe twelve or thirteen, my family was staying at an aunt and uncle’s hunting cabin. It’s in the middle of the mountains in Clearfield county. One night we were driving around spotting deer when a bright set of lights appeared far up a valley. I still remember my Uncle Donnie chillingly saying there was no way a human created those lights. He knows the area very well and that particular valley was virtually impossible to get into at night due to the terrain and the lack of any roads. We all wondered if we had witnessed a true UFO.
My Pap Sheetz saw a ghost in his house twice. If you know my grandpap, he’s not someone to make up a false story. He was a farmer and a truck driver and if he said he saw a ghost, he saw a ghost. My grandparents live in an older home and one night my pap woke up to see a little girl in old fashioned clothing standing at the foot of his bed. He said he could see her, but could also see through her. In an instant she was gone. I believe he saw her one other time, at the top of the steps as he looked up the stairwell. It makes me wonder who lived in the house beforehand and what had happened to the little girl.
So what do you think? I think there is enough evidence to prove that something is going on. Perhaps we all do not have the capability of seeing these visitors, but I believe they are still there!