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Gather around the campfire, it’s time for a spooky ghost story. Everything I’m about to tell you is a real experience I’ve had.
About three summers ago, I was wide awake in bed having trouble sleeping. It was a little past three in the morning when I saw it. I didn’t think the “witching hour” had any truth to it until that moment. I’m not sure why ghosts like to haunt people at three in the morning maybe they’re just jerks.
I’m in bed trying to fall asleep but then I see a light shine through the crack in my curtains and onto my bookshelf across from me. It wasn’t bright so I figured maybe it was someone with a flashlight outside or a helicopter searchlight (criminals have gotten loose before so I thought the police were searching for one). But the light wouldn’t go away.
A few seconds later, a white mist poured through my window and into my room. Then it made its way to me hovering above my bed. I didn’t have my glasses on but I could tell it was swirling around in one spot directly over me.
I felt slightly unsettled, a type of nervousness that you feel when you meet someone for the first time and can’t figure them out. The sort of feeling you get when you don’t know what someone is plotting.
I was still skeptical at this point and I didn’t trust my eyes since it was quite late. So I reached up and touched it.
You know that cliche about ghosts emitting electrical energy? Turns out it’s true for this particular spirit I met. When I made physical contact with it I felt the static electricity on my fingertips. The best way I can describe it feels tingly as if your leg lost circulation.
I had to double check if this was real so I reached up again with my other hand, and sure enough, I felt the same static electricity.
The swirling mist of a ghost hovered over me for a few more moments before it made its way back through the window. And the light on my bookcase disappeared with it too.
What was that about? I thought to myself. It was an unnerving experience but I remembered that no spirit can harm me because I believe Jesus Christ is my Lord and Savior, which means I can’t become possessed.
To this day, I haven’t seen it since.