Greaser Ghost
This strange incident happened to me near the end of 2001, which would have made me around the age of 13 (I am 22 now). When I was at that age, I wasn't really scared of anything. I was always more curious of strange things than scared of them. I was living in Rochester, New York at the time with my parents and two older brothers. We lived in the suburbs, where it was very safe and comfortable. Before this strange and scary incident occurred, I have never really believed in ghosts, monsters or anything like that.
I am the kind of person who has to see it to believe it.
I believe it was a Saturday night in December when my parents decided to go out to dinner by themselves. This was a very vivid memory for me because I remember thinking that this was one of the first nights that I was able to be at the house by myself without parental supervision. My two other brothers were at their friends' houses, so I was literally the only person in the house that night.
About an hour after they had left, I was sitting on the couch in the living room watching television. The house is a new, two-story house with very large stairs that are right next to my living room that lead up to all of our bedrooms. As I was watching TV, I all of a sudden heard this noise coming from upstairs. At first I was thinking to myself that this was the first time I was alone in my house, so I was probably just hearing things. So I ignored it, but about two minutes later I heard it again. I really couldn't tell which one of our bedrooms this noise was coming from.
The noise sounded exactly like someone was taking clothes that were hanging up in a closet on hangers out of the closet and throwing them on the ground. In all of our closets, the horizontal pole that you hang your clothes on is metal. So when you take clothes off of the hanger, it creates this noise like you are sharpening a knife.
I kept hearing this noise over and over again. By that time, I knew I wasn't just hearing things. Me, being the naive, curious child that I was, got up from the couch, turned off the TV and headed upstairs to see what was causing this noise. I went up the stairs and the noise stopped for about five minutes. I checked my brothers' rooms first, then my room. I found nothing in any of our rooms. Then the noise happened again and I literally jumped and turned around quickly, but this time it was more harsh; like someone was ripping the clothes off of the hangers to get my attention. This noise was coming from my mom and dads room.
My mom and dad have a very large bathroom with a huge walk-in closet in the bathroom. By this time, I was kind of confused about what was happening. I very slowly walked in to my parents' room and the bathroom is on the right side of the room. I grabbed one of my dad's golf clubs (I picked the biggest one I could find) and I headed to the bathroom. What I saw in there would change my mentality on things, as well as my life, forever. I walked in and my parents' closet was torn apart. My dad's suits were all on the ground. My mom's dresses and shoes were thrown all over the closet, as well as the bathroom itself.
I looked around the whole bathroom and found nobody there. I was thinking two things right then: Who the hell did this? and if I don't clean this up, my parents are going to think I did this. So I very quickly dropped the golf club and cleaned up the whole mess. This took me about 20 minutes. After I got done, I was all sweaty, so I went and washed my hands in the sink. When I look into the mirror, I can see the walk-in closet because it's directly behind me when I am facing the bathroom mirror.
As I was washing my hands, I noticed something in the corner of my eye. I looked up and I noticed this man standing in the closet looking at me. This was the first time that I can remember that I was actually scared for my life. The man in the closet had short black hair, which looked like it had a lot of gel in it, like a greaser used to wear in in the 1950s. He had a black leather jacket on with a vintage t-shirt underneath it. He had brown boots with jeans on as well. He looked exactly like a character right out of the movie Grease. The thing that scared me the most about him was his facial expression. He was just staring at me with this angry, I want to hurt you look on his face. He had a posture that communicated that he was getting ready to charge at me. His knees were bent, his hands resting on his knees.
I sat there with the faucet running for literally three minutes. It was like we were having a staring contest. His eyes were greenish-brownish and he didn't take them off of me. It looked and sounded like he was breathing really hard from tearing up the bathroom. I think he was angry that I cleaned the mess up. At this point I knew I had to do something, so I slowly turned off the faucet and grabbed my parents tooth brush holder (which still contained their toothbrushes in it). I quickly turned around and threw the toothbrush holder at the closet, and it put a huge hole in the wall.
The angry man was gone. To this day, I still have no clue who or what it was. My parents, of course, found out because there was a huge hole in the wall. I never told them why I did it. I just told them I was playing around. I live in Ohio now, but I never once took another shower in that bathroom again. I also have not seen anything like that since that incident. I would not say I am a believer in ghosts because of this, but I do know for a fact that I saw this man as clearly as I see my friends face-to-face today. I don't know what his intentions were, but I am sure they were not good.
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I am the kind of person who has to see it to believe it.
I believe it was a Saturday night in December when my parents decided to go out to dinner by themselves. This was a very vivid memory for me because I remember thinking that this was one of the first nights that I was able to be at the house by myself without parental supervision. My two other brothers were at their friends' houses, so I was literally the only person in the house that night.
About an hour after they had left, I was sitting on the couch in the living room watching television. The house is a new, two-story house with very large stairs that are right next to my living room that lead up to all of our bedrooms. As I was watching TV, I all of a sudden heard this noise coming from upstairs. At first I was thinking to myself that this was the first time I was alone in my house, so I was probably just hearing things. So I ignored it, but about two minutes later I heard it again. I really couldn't tell which one of our bedrooms this noise was coming from.
The noise sounded exactly like someone was taking clothes that were hanging up in a closet on hangers out of the closet and throwing them on the ground. In all of our closets, the horizontal pole that you hang your clothes on is metal. So when you take clothes off of the hanger, it creates this noise like you are sharpening a knife.
I kept hearing this noise over and over again. By that time, I knew I wasn't just hearing things. Me, being the naive, curious child that I was, got up from the couch, turned off the TV and headed upstairs to see what was causing this noise. I went up the stairs and the noise stopped for about five minutes. I checked my brothers' rooms first, then my room. I found nothing in any of our rooms. Then the noise happened again and I literally jumped and turned around quickly, but this time it was more harsh; like someone was ripping the clothes off of the hangers to get my attention. This noise was coming from my mom and dads room.
My mom and dad have a very large bathroom with a huge walk-in closet in the bathroom. By this time, I was kind of confused about what was happening. I very slowly walked in to my parents' room and the bathroom is on the right side of the room. I grabbed one of my dad's golf clubs (I picked the biggest one I could find) and I headed to the bathroom. What I saw in there would change my mentality on things, as well as my life, forever. I walked in and my parents' closet was torn apart. My dad's suits were all on the ground. My mom's dresses and shoes were thrown all over the closet, as well as the bathroom itself.
I looked around the whole bathroom and found nobody there. I was thinking two things right then: Who the hell did this? and if I don't clean this up, my parents are going to think I did this. So I very quickly dropped the golf club and cleaned up the whole mess. This took me about 20 minutes. After I got done, I was all sweaty, so I went and washed my hands in the sink. When I look into the mirror, I can see the walk-in closet because it's directly behind me when I am facing the bathroom mirror.
As I was washing my hands, I noticed something in the corner of my eye. I looked up and I noticed this man standing in the closet looking at me. This was the first time that I can remember that I was actually scared for my life. The man in the closet had short black hair, which looked like it had a lot of gel in it, like a greaser used to wear in in the 1950s. He had a black leather jacket on with a vintage t-shirt underneath it. He had brown boots with jeans on as well. He looked exactly like a character right out of the movie Grease. The thing that scared me the most about him was his facial expression. He was just staring at me with this angry, I want to hurt you look on his face. He had a posture that communicated that he was getting ready to charge at me. His knees were bent, his hands resting on his knees.
I sat there with the faucet running for literally three minutes. It was like we were having a staring contest. His eyes were greenish-brownish and he didn't take them off of me. It looked and sounded like he was breathing really hard from tearing up the bathroom. I think he was angry that I cleaned the mess up. At this point I knew I had to do something, so I slowly turned off the faucet and grabbed my parents tooth brush holder (which still contained their toothbrushes in it). I quickly turned around and threw the toothbrush holder at the closet, and it put a huge hole in the wall.
The angry man was gone. To this day, I still have no clue who or what it was. My parents, of course, found out because there was a huge hole in the wall. I never told them why I did it. I just told them I was playing around. I live in Ohio now, but I never once took another shower in that bathroom again. I also have not seen anything like that since that incident. I would not say I am a believer in ghosts because of this, but I do know for a fact that I saw this man as clearly as I see my friends face-to-face today. I don't know what his intentions were, but I am sure they were not good.
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