Showing posts with label Encounters. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Encounters. Show all posts

Friday, December 21, 2007

A concerned ghost



I'm always asked about my real life ghostly encounters and thought I'd share this one I blogged about the day after it happened.

In July 2006, my husband and I took a fantastic road trip to his family's reunion in Oklahoma. We decided to go to the Gulf Coast in a long way back home. We stopped and spent the night in Gulfport. The following is the blog entry I did on my personal blog the day after the encounter. For the sake of the story I've inserted my penname for the last name.(G)

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July 5, 2006

Last night's ghostly encounter during our one-night stay in Gulfport was certainly unexpected. We stayed in a Hampton Inn about 3 miles from the beach. Newly remodeled and comfy.

Around 3:30 a.m. I was awakened by a man shaking the bed (well, my husband. He was yelling at my husband, "Mister Painter, Mister Painter, are you all right?"

Groggy and very fuzzy headed, all I could think was, "Why is someone from the hotel in our room shaking my husband and trying to wake him up?"

It was dark, and the intruder was a shadow bent over the bed, hands on my husband's shoulders, jostling him so hard the bed was shaking.
I could tell he was about 6'2" or so, thin very wiry build and dressed in a type of serving suit, with a double breasted short waist jacket. His clothes were 1800s circ. He was so distraught, almost in a panic and desperate to wake my husband up.

All I could think of, still in my sleep fog, was why was this guy from the hotel in our room? I stirred and lifted up on my elbow to ask him what he was doing in our room when he froze, as though shocked I was looking at him. He didn't say anything. Just this moment of silence and then he just disappeared into thin air.

That was when I realized it was a ghost.

I asked my husband if he was okay. He mumbled something about why was everyone shaking him and who was that guy?

Exhausted, I plopped back down on the pillow and went back to sleep, mumbling under my breath how distrubing it was to be in a room with a ghost who over-reacted to snoring.

I'm still not sure why the ghost was so worried about my husband. Guess I'll never know. But he definitely woke us both from a sound sleep.

The next morning, my husband asked me who was in our room last night and why had I been shaking him so hard. When I explained, he just shook his head.

I guess after 17 years, he's used to it. (g)