Another Ghost Story


“There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio,
Than are dreamt of in your philosophy.” Hamlet

This incident occurred about ten years ago at a friend’s home located very near our old farm-house that had the poltergeist–the account featured below in my Spook-A-Licious: Where Book-Ks Devour you Blog hop Tour post.

A friend of ours, George, had died of cancer and my mom and I were house sitting for his family the evening of his viewing at the funeral home (a popular tradition in the Shenandoah Valley) while his widow and children were there receiving friends, in case anyone came to the house during their absence. Mom and I were in the living room watching a nature show on TV (two weird guys catching highly venomous snakes) when we heard someone at the door, which we thought rather odd because we’d seen no car lights or heard a car pulling into the driveway, and this was out in the dark wintry countryside so no one was likely to walk over.  Then we both heard a male voice that sounded exactly like the deceased in the kitchen saying “Hello!” in the sing-song way he had of greeting people when he’d return to discover guests in his house.

I got up from the couch and rounded the corner to the dining room with the strongest impression that he’d just rounded it from the other direction, then poof he was gone. I sensed he realized his family wasn’t there and left immediately. I checked and no one was at the door, or in the house, or in the driveway.  The next evening after George’s funeral, (again, we had the strongest impression he was there enjoying every minute) the old grandfather clock that had stopped working and only he knew how to fix started working again.  The family was convinced he’d fixed it.  When I returned to the house several days later, I felt he’d gone on to heaven, and was no longer there.

***If you enjoyed this account, you might also enjoy this post:The Poltergeist in our Old Farm House

9 responses to “Another Ghost Story

  1. Carioline Clemmons

    Beth, you are obviously very perceptive/sensitive.

    People from our old church used to house-sit during funerals/viewings because the obituary had been in the newspaper and thieves picked that time to burlarize a home. Sad comment on society, isn’t it? I suppose that sort of person has always been around. I never met one of the deceased when I was housesitting, nor one of the thieves (thank goodness). I have met ghosts on other occasions, though.

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  2. What a chilling story, Beth!

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  3. That’s kind of creepy. But; at the same time it’s almost comforting. Like maybe he was at peace. When my MIL was at the end of her life at Hospice & the moment she passed I felt her hug me and it was a warm comforting feeling. I have never felt that before.

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  5. Ah, a ghost story with a happy ending.
    It can be unnerving the first time you encounter such things, but you’ll get used to it.
    Smile.
    Great post.

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