" GHOST"

These are both true stories that have happened to me. The first happened when I was about 18 years old. I had move back to the USA from Europe and had moved back in with the grandparents. I had lived with them when I was younger but other then a few odd things happening I don't recall any over unusal happenings.

At this time I had a boyfriend whos mother had left her second husband and didn't have room for her 18 year old son to move in with her in her new smallish apartment. So, I ask if he could move with me at the grandparents. They agreed (great people!).

The odd (frightening) thing happened about the third night he had moved in. I was living in the upstairs which is one large room divided by an open hallway, walk through closet and staircase coming up. He had moved his bed and stuff on one side and I was on the other side. I had a large dresser with a top mirror on it across from the open window.

I had just layed down to bed with the light off when I was suddenly aware of someone moving from the open hallway towards my bed. It was a slow moving person slight hunched over like they might be trying to creep up to me in the dark for a surprise or something like that. I could see their reflection and movement in the mirror with the moonlight as a light source. I watched this for a few seconds as 'it' moved closer to me. I had a real sense of movement. I was amused, not at all scared. I was positive that it was my boyfriend coming over to sneak into bed with me (no suprise there). I let it get a little closer then reached out with my hand towards it and whispered 'John'.

Well... I heard his response all right. John said "What?" from all the way across the room from his bed. I was -very- shocked and with the hand that had held out for 'it' I very quickly whipped it towards the light stand where the lamp was. I crashed into the lamp with my hand and it crashed to the floor and then I rolled out of bed and grabbed the lamp (with no lamp shade this time, it had fallen off) and turned it on. I think I screamed too but don't really remember if I did or not.

When I finally looked back into the room nothing was there. John was halfway over and looked very confused. He had been in bed the entire time until he heard me whisper his name. I remember seeing the form in the mirror and movement for at least 5 seconds before I said something.

The other wierd thing happend with the same boyfriend in his fathers new house. It had been build in what is called 'Battle Creek' MN. Is a site of several native American battles and you can still find arrow heads and the occasional bone in the fields around the house. The house is very nice but the basement is rather creepy. I am not really sensitive to other worldly things but every once in awhile I just get creeped out. That basement did it to me every time.
It was a finished basement with low ceilings and cement walls. It was slightly oppressive. The back room had no windows and a shallow closet full of junk. It was always cold and smelly even though it looked clean and cheery for the most part. I never liked the room and always had a huge urge to run up the stairs from the room at top speed as if something was after me.

Anyway, John and I were sitting on the second floor balcony type room that over looked the living room. It had a bathroom and bedroom off of it and a winding staircase down to the front door. We were house sitting while his father and (soon to be mother in law) were away for the weekend... Well, he was I wasn't really suppose to be there (staying over night, etc..) We had just turned on the tv for a good show and I had somehow lost my shirt, etc etc... Daisy, the dog of the house was sitting at the top of the stairs looking asleep. All was fine.

I suddenly looked over at the dog as she seemed to hear something from downstairs. I watched her for a few seconds as she grew tense and positioned herself for a airborne takeoff down the stairs. I was about to mention to john about her seeing something when suddenly we both heard someone open the front door and walk in. Now the front door had one of those tree designs with bells all over it. This thing went jingleing like madd. Whoever it was then stamped their feet on the floor like their were trying to get mudd or snow off. (summer time)

The dog took off at high speed down the stairs and started to bark like nuts. We both thought "Oh no, his parents are home!". I fled into the spare bedroom with my shirt (i was frantically getting it back on..) and looked out into the driveway for his truck. John went downstairs saying "Hi, Dad.. Home early..." stuff like that. I couldn't see any vehicle outside other then ours. John stopped talking downstairs (dog barked the rest of the night) and I heard nothing for a few minutes. I walked out and meet john coming up the stairs.
He was shaken. No one was home. He had looked over the whole downstairs area. Besides the front door was bolted (chained!) from the inside. We went outside and looked around, no one. After and hour of looking around we stuck the dog in the upper bedroom and went back to tv.

Till this day I have no idea what we heard, but we all heard it and Daisy heard and saw it before we did...
That house also had phones that would half ring with no one but the dial tone when you picked it up. It would do the half ring thing almost like a tune. Seconds apart or in bursts of five or ten. The phone wires were redone twice but it continues with no explaination.