Date Submitted: June, 2004.
Submitted by: Connie (Nova Scotia, Canada)
Date Submitted: June, 2004.
Submitted By: Kevin Winters, Manchester, U.K
Date Submitted: June, 2004.
Submitted by: Lisa, Atascocita, Texas.
I shared a room with a girl from Singapore and we got along great. We shared a lot of things in common, for instance we were the same age and we had both been police officers before deciding to go into dog grooming. So imagine my surprise one morning when Joyce (my roommate) was acting moody and refused to speak to me at all. She even left the house before the rest of us that morning. I couldn't imagine what I had done to make her angry. At lunch time when everyone was outside, I approached Joyce and asked her what was the matter. She yelled at me and said, "What's the matter? I'll tell you what's the matter! YOU kept me awake all night talking in your sleep. I apologized and asked her what was I saying and she said I was talking as though meeting someone for the first time. I was asking then their name, where they were from, etc...I told her she should have awakened me and told me to be quiet. She said she was going to but when she turned to face me, there was a white bath towel floating between our twin beds. When Joyce said this, we heard someone gasp and say "OH MY GOD!" Joyce and I both turned and saw one of our instructors toward the rear of the room, she had her hands over her mouth and her eyes were wide. We were unaware that we were not alone, and our instructor had overheard our conversation. Naturally we wanted to know what was wrong. Our instructor told us that something had happened a few years before, but the owners of the school did not want the instructors to tell this story, for fear of scaring the students who lived in the house. Of course, we begged her to tell us and promised we wouldn't tell anyone else. She then told us about a student named Mark who had attended the school two years before. Mark rented a room in the house we were living in and he stayed in the basement. One day Mark did not show up for class and that afternoon when his housemates returned home from school, they entered the basement to check on him and he was laying on the floor dead with a white bath towel wrapped around his waist. Joyce and I did not feel afraid or anything, but we talked about it when we were alone I our room. The next afternoon when all returned from school, I headed upstairs to shower and change. Oh, and I forgot to mention...our bedroom was directly above the basement. Anyway, after I was showered and changed, I walked out of my room to go downstairs and join my housemates at the dining room table. As I walked out of my room I "saw" someone out of the corner of my eye, standing against the wall right beside my bedroom door. I didn't think much about it, because I thought it might have been one of my male housemates. Then I got to thinking..."why the hell is he just standing by my bedroom door?" So I abruptly stopped and turned around to face him. I came face-to-face with a ghost! I could see his form, but I was able to see through him, I could also make out that he had dark hair and a mustache. We stood there looking at eachother for several moments and then I slowly reached out to touch him. I remember wondering if I would be able to feel any density to him at all or if my hand would go straight through him. Just as I was about to make contact with him, he disappeared. I was disapointed, but not in the least afraid. The next day I went to school, I asked my instructor what Mark looked like. She described him as being little taller than me, good looking with dark hair and a mustache. I told her I had seen him the day before. She told me that students before us always complained of the basement door opening by itself, but no one had ever seen him before and she wondered why he would show himself to ME. I guess that is an answer we will never know. A couple of nights later, my housemates and I decided to attempt a seance. We went into the basement with a couple of candles. The results were rather spooky, but that's another story....
