As a young child, I always slept with my door shut. Later, when I was a teenager, I believe I found out why. I was fourteen years old, and I usually went to bed around nine o’clock. I shared my room with my older brother Jake.
I awoke one morning at around five o’clock. As I looked up, I saw a white, glowing figure of a man coming into my bedroom. I looked on for a moment, then quickly shut my eyes tight and rolled onto my side. I was afraid, and hoped that he’d leave.
As I lay there, I could feel his presence standing over me, I could actually hear heavy, shallow breathing coming from him. It seemed like hours passed before the alarm went off.
I mentioned nothing to my brother at first. I didn’t really believe in ghosts, and neither did the rest of my family. Anticipating their reaction, I changed my story a little before I told them. I described the whole event as a dream.
I must admit I was surprised to hear my mother say that she also had the same dream. She calls it a dream to this day, and say it still goes on.
My wife Sue also had strange encounters. I told her of the ghost I had seen- the ghost who still haunts my parent’s house. She decided to ask a Quija board who the ghost was and what he wanted.
I watched for a couple of hours as she asked questions and wrote down answers. The board never identified the ghost, but to our shock, my grandpa Jake came through, mentioning things that my wife couldn’t have known. Jake died in 1984, long before Sue and I had met.
One thing startled us especially. Jake mentioned that I was going to carry on the family name. We looked at each other in awe, and she put the board away. A month and a half later, we found out that
Sue was pregnant-just as the board told us she was. There was no way either of us could know she was pregnant then, Nine months later, in October of 1998, our son Seth Mitchell was born.
We’ve never tried the Quija again, but I am now a firm believer in the afterlife.
Ilion, New York