Ever Seen A Ghost?

On my first solo, I could clearly hear my basic flight instructor still yelling at me.

Does that count?

 

twice.

 

LOL!

Korr, thats one hell of a story...I have to remember that one.

 

While my sighting was at night, my aunt claimed to have seen her in the yard during the day.

This home was new construction on top of a site of a very old and long gone convent and graveyard. When I was there the house was less than a year old.

DM

 

I just remembered that the dorms I lived in for part of high school had plenty of stories too.

In fact, I was sitting there one night and a friend in another room started screaming. We all ran out to see what was the matter and the guy was scared out of his mind. He was really freaked out - and this is a HS senior. They called the leaders of the local congregation to come give him a blessing and bless the building.

He said that he was standing in his room looking out over the sports fields and floating in front of him he saw an evil personage. Several months later we were hanging out together in the daytime and I asked him what he saw that night. He refused to tell me, saying he couldn't, but that it was very bad and that I would know someday what it was.

 

So I recently got a call from the lonely, older woman next door.

Yes, I would probably hit it, beer or no beer. She looks nice in her jeans.

So anyway, my phone rings at like 3 AM, and I am wondering what part of my life left me open to being the hero. Hello? My dad was the famous cop. I'm just famous due to proximity of my genetic matter to his. Such proximity does not mean that I will ride into the darkness with flaming cop sword at the ready. I'm not a cop, therefore I got no cop sword of justice. I have no innate need to smite the wrong with my cop sword. Why? I'm not a cop, so I was never issued some mystical cop sword of making things right.

But my dad was, and he was good at it. I was often more proud of this than I should have been. When you are a little kid, silly things like your dad kicking evil ass, and doing so as hero of the media rubs off. My dad was Batman, and I loved it.

That is, until the very day that I was expected to be Batman.

And I didn't get Batman pay or Batman benefits. I didn't even get to be Batman. I was always Son of Batman.

So I got this call at like 3 AM, and my girl friend went into ***** mode. She made mention that I was Son of Batman or something, and that I should be jumping into black tights and a cape instead of pogoing around the room and trying to fit my foot into a sock. Or something.

I clicked the magazine into the ass-end of my gun, and laughed a little when she said, "Batman loads his gun."

I said, "If you hear gunshots, or if I am not back home in 5 minutes, call the cops."

This woke her up.

And I said, " Don't ****ing tell them that I am Batman."

I cycled a round into the chamber, not for melodramatic effect, but...but because I fully expected to shoot someone.

So there I was, Son of Batman, walking across the street at - 10F, on my way to rescuing my neighbor. In sweat pants. Batman would be proud.

I walked into her front door to a parade of love and adoration. She was hysteric, dancing around and showing me all the spots that he was looking at her through the various windows of her house. Being Batman...no the Son of Batman, I recycled the round in my gun. The Real Batman never brings the wrong rounds for his gun. Since I was the Son of Batman, I not only brought the wrong rounds for my gun, but I brought a lot of them.

So I asked her about the peeping tom, and she blithered at me and cried and went hysteric.

I said...I said...call the Police right now, tell them that you have an intuder in your house...and so...she vanished.

Batman is sneaking around the backside of the house whilst the entie police force is screaming towards...towards my face!

It was nice to know that she followed my suggestion to call the police...but...really..she COULD have told them that Batman was circiling around the back end of the house, and that the guy with the gun was on the good side.

So.

Humans are humans, so I got to chew on snow whilst some guy stuck his knee on the back of my neck while some ******* wrenched my arms backwards to put the cuffs on.

Batman gets arrested! News at...news at never!

So...they finally released me, and the Son of Batman got to go home.

I stood at the end of my driveway and waved off the small fleet of cop cars, as they found their way out of my life.

And Son of Batman, being the Son of Batman needed to get to the bottom of this.

I took pictures and made astute narations. She pointed Batman to the windows that the man apppeared in.

I made note of the pictures and notes of the notes.

I finally offered to let her stay in my guest room whilst I snapped pics, and she agreed.

I forwarded the pics to my dad. The first thing he asked was how the fingerprints got on the outside of the glass, yet.....there were no footprints in the snow.

That house is unsold and empty to this day.

 

That last two sightings that I mentioned regarding my parents' new house happened during the daytime.

 

About 3 years ago my great aunt was placed in a nursing home from the home that she lived in for the last 50 years with her sister (both never married) and her mom used to live in the house with the 2 sisters. Now the mom had passed many years before me and the other sister had passed about 6 or 7 years before this story takes place. Right before my great aunt went into the nursing home she would mention that her sister would leave the house for hours by herself and would not talk to her anymore (remeber this sister was dead for over 5 years). She would tell us that the sister would be up early in the morning already sitting at the kitchen table eating a piece of bread and no matter how loud my aunt would talk to her she wouldn't even flinch. After my great aunt moved out we had the task of getting the house ready to sell. A friend of the family was doing most of the remodeling. He would go there after his normal job at night to do the work (or atleast it started out that way). He started to hear and see things in the house that would make him not return unless it was in the middle of day. Doors being shut and open, sounds like someone was walking in the other room. The whole house spooked me and this was only 3 years ago. Oh and the mother's room was closed after she died and no one went in there for many many years not even the sisters. It was quite interesting to sift through everything in that room after may years of never being disturbed.

This is my only story and I'm sticking to it.

 

No, but my ex wife still haunts me.

Seriously, the only thing came close was after my dad passed away. He wanted to come home to die, but too sick.
My mom and sister where in the basement of the house the day after the funeral. Upstairs, they heard clear footsteps coming from the front door to my dad's bedroom. They raced upstairs. No one there. Front door ajar (this was summer) just as they left it.

 

Korr, if you made these stories up, please don't tell us. You're a great writer.

 

Augustine,
I had to respond to this thread.
For all of you tht know and love Brucie... you know he does'nt believe in any of this B>S. however....this is a true and coherent tale.

My father had passed away a few months prior to Bruce and I getting married....A sad but happy time in my life.....Being the one and only daughter I was very connected to him .... I miss him every day of my life......

Soon after Bruce and I were married...we were sleeping one night.....
I was awakened by Bruce screaming and somewhat dazed and confused.
He turned on every light in the room and was ranting that my father pushed him(physically) awake....and told him that...."You'd better take care of my Andreanna"..
Scared the living daylights out of him.
I have personally had "other " experiences....

 

For this reason alone, i will never marry...

 

That would freak me out if my wife's father even came back to do that to me. (he isn't gone yet so I will be his best friend so he won't come back)

 

I wouldnt suggest you marry an italian girl....
Father's (deceased or alive)....would never tolerate anything but absolute perfezione....from their son-in-law! Be careful out there Carbon!!!!

 

Pat.....
Brucie was scared to death...he said that my Dad was kind of "hovering over my body".

 

Andreanna,

That's the real reason that Bruce never complains about you with the credit card, isn't it?

 

Mi non perfezione... Cosi nessun' unione... No bona, nessuna moglie...

 

Yes....
He' afraid....very afraid.......

 

I would have **** my pants! Although I can imagine myself doing that to my little girls husband (when and if we let her date many years from now)

 

I know Mr...I know

 

Che ragazza Italiana perfetta lo sposerebbe, un tipo imperfetto?

 

Le ragazze italiane sono molta a peticular!

 

HEY HUN

THATS NOT WHAT YOU SAID TO ME LAST NITE....

 

Quanto sfavorevole, poichè sono particolare alle ragazze Italiane...

 

Bruce, ridendo il mio asino fuori..!