Ghost Story (standard:Ghost stories, 366 words)
Author: Michael Lance Kersting	Added: Oct 09 2012	Views/Reads: 3166/0	Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
I was an unbeliever until that night in the living room.

A chilling true experience with the Unseen. 

I had always thought of myself as a realist, who believed in concrete
facts and look upon ghosts etc with a sneer. However, all this changed 
one night in my apartment. 

My girlfriend Bridget and I were sitting in the living room having a
chat by the fireplace when suddenly she stiffened and cried out,shock 
and alarm in her voice. "Michael, who is that man staring at us, I 
thought we were alone." 

"Where?"I asked a bit surprised looking around. "He just walked into the
bedroom , he was looking at us with a scowl on his face, I don't think 
he likes me very much." 

"Aw ,come on,Bridget " I said with a sneer,"Not again, with one of your
sightings. She was always "seeing things" which I thought was one of 
her quirks. "No, No, Michael,”She cried alarmed," He's standing right 
there staring at us." She pointed at a bedroom . I looked but saw 
nothing."Yeah, right,okay," I said finally trying to humour her, "Can 
you describe him ?."She did and I was shock to say the least 
,intrigued, I got up quickly and went into the bedroom . (I have to 
admit there was a heaviness in the room and felt a prickling feeling I 
entered.) However, I took out an old family photo album from a chest of 
drawers and returned to the living room still skeptical. Tears were now 
in her eyes. Damn!,I thought, she wasn't kidding this time, I told 
myself after seeing the tears. 

"Don't cry, honey," I said handing her the album "Now take a look and
see if you can identify him" 

After flipping through the plastic pages a few times, she finally
stopped and pointed to a certain photograph . 

"That's him."She said firmly."He's the person I just saw." I looked and
gasped. My scalp prickled . A tingling, creepy sensation washed over 
me. I couldn't believe it!. 

"Are you sure?" I asked, still in doubt. 

"Yes, it's him alright,", she replied sniffing and turning away her
face. 

I was flabbergasted to say the least, for she had seen my grandfather
who had died six months before I met her. 


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