My friend over at Hugzilla blog wrote a post the other night about 7 ways she knew her house was haunted. Creepy shit right there. It got me thinking about my experience with a ghost. I have actually seen one. Well I think I have actually seen one.
You can believe me or not.
But here is the story if you dare to read on!
One night around the year 2005, I was with an ex boyfriend staying in a beautiful Victorian bed and breakfast in Melbourne. It was old. Built in the 1880’s. In the middle of the night I woke up suddenly as it felt like someone was shaking me awake by tapping my leg. I sat upright in bed. There was a figure at the end of the bed, a bloke, in old colonial clothes, a scarf around his neck.
(He kind of looked like this but a bit more scuffed, sick and lost perhaps.)
Anyhow, he asked me “are you enjoying your stay?” and I started SCREAMING. SCREAMING MY HEAD OFF. Said ex boyfriend stated that he woke up as I was screaming at this ghost figure man, “GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY ROOM”. He saw nothing, but said I was sitting up in bed, staring at the end of the bed where nothing was there. We sat up for a while, wide eyed, and heard the pitter patter of footsteps outside of the room, we opened the door, and nothing was there. I could not sleep all night, and in the morning I spoke with the owner asking about the history of the place. She let me know that it was built in the 1800’s and was a boarding house for MEN THAT HAD NO WHERE ELSE TO GO.
Some places have so much shit happen, that I can’t help but think spirits stay there, trying to sort their shit out, talking to anyone who will listen to them.
Maybe I was that person.
What do you think?
Ghost or not?
Are you a believer?
Happy Hump Day!