Some people never believed in ghosts until they saw one. I never had that experience cause I've seen them my whole life. Let's just say I can relate to the kid in The Sixth Sense, though my ghosts knew they were dead and saw each other. My first ghost was my great-grandfather. He looked real with blue overalls and light blue shirt, gray hair, peach skin, everything. But I knew him from his pictures so I went up to him and said hello. I explained I knew who he was and how he was suppose to be in heaven. He replied with a smile how he was here to see me. I chatted with him until he decided it was time for him to go. After he disappeared, I continued playing with my ball as if nothing amazing just happened.
Then it happened again on my swing set. A girl in 19th Century nightgown was walking across my yard (this time she looked like a transparent ghost instead of real). I said hello to her and she seemed surprised I saw her. She pushed me on my swing and man, her hands were cold like ice. I would ask her to stay under my bed when I had nightmares.
Now for My Halloween Story: The Witch
It was an ordinary day as I was changing my clothes. I was reaching the upper rod in my closet via standing on the A/C box on the floor. A woman (transparent ghost) suddenly appeared in my closet. She told me how bad I was and how nobody loved me. I told her people loved me and ran away. She appeared again and again saying nasty things I disagreed with. My imaginary friends (ghost girl brought them to me) refused to enter my house when The Witch was there. They said she bewitched one of their friends who later disappeared. My sister tried to explain to me there was no mean lady in the closet once and then The Witch scratched her. My sister jumped and I explained the lady scratched her. We looked at her arm and guess what, red scratches on her skin. Then, The Witch got out of closet and it started to get ugly. I was reading a book on my bed and she wanted me to light matches. I refused cause I was not allowed to light matches. I felt like a marionette with strings as The Witch forced me to go to the kitchen to light matches. My Mom interrupted me and demanded to know what I was doing. I said I was practicing. Mom asked what I was practicing. I replied that I didn't know. The Witch started laughing as I obeyed Mom putting the matches away. I had visions of my bed in flames that freaked me out. I prayed on my knees at the end of my bed to God for help. The Witch replied she was stronger than My Jesus. The Witch left the room and my Mom screamed. The Witch returned and sat in her closet. Mom said she was ironing and somehow her hand got burned. She didn't know how it happened. I said The Witch made it happened. Naturally Mom didn't believe me.
Next it got worse. My sister was cutting with scissors when her hand slipped to cut herself. The Witch was punishing me because I kept refusing to burn the house down, starting with the bed. Then she was curious about my brother's remote car and possessed me to play with the car. It kept hitting the walls of the hallway so my brother heard it. He yelled at me since I was not allowed to play with his car without his permission. Immediately, she jumped out of me and started laughing as I tried to explain it was The Witch who wanted to play with the car. Finally, The Witch threatened to drown my sister in our pool if I didn't burn my house down. I prayed and prayed before going to bed to find nothing changed. I went to church as usual on Sunday and asked the priest how to get rid of a bad spirit. He advised to pray to Jesus. I explained I already tried that and she says she is stronger than my Jesus. Alarmed, and intently listened to me telling him everything from the accidents to the possessions. I explained I didn't want my sister to drown nor burn my house down. He took me to the baptismal font saying it was holy water. He used the water to make a sign of the cross on my hand and then taught me to make the sign of the cross to bless myself. Sitting through the service, my hand itched like crazy. When service was over, I asked what was in that water and showed my pink hand. Priest then brought my family and me up to the altar. He waved his cross in front of my face to hypnotize me. I woke up with a Bible on my head and a cross in my hand. They said out of nowhere I became afraid of their crosses and I screamed I was surrounded by blue fire that was burning me. The priest explained to my family that I was not possessed, but touched by evil. In my trance I had said The Witch can fly beside our car and standing outside the church (she couldn't enter the sanctuary). Then an angry angel showed up when I was connecting with The Witch to figure out where she came from (Native American shaman living long before Columbus who was upset the white settlers tore up her grave). After seeing the angry angel I was surrounded by blue fire. All my Mom could think to say was "Why can't she just be normal?".
While the priest was talking to my family, I saw two angels float down from the ceiling and land on the altar. They said they were there to answer the priest's prayer. They also said to replace the wire on the cross before it broke. The angry angel was standing in the center of the pews at this time. Then they all flew up and away. The Witch followed me home. To end this story, The Witch tried again to get me to burn the house down and I cried out "Jesus help me. Make her go away. I'm scared.". An angel appeared and took her away (The Witch screamed "No!" as the angel grabbed her). I never saw her again, but for safe measure I hung a cross necklace in my closet until the end of high school. I thought college roommates would think it was weird.
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