I’m an older woman now and I haven’t lost my penchant for true ghost stories, so when I found this site I was excited to have the opportunity to read other’s experiences and share my own story.
To be fair, I have a healthy dose of skepticism but it’s hard to ignore a ghost when it’s in your face, even if there are mitigating circumstances.
When I was a mere slip of a girl, I had a dreadful bout of the flu which left me feeling like I’d been hit by a train. My mother put me to bed and tended to me with bowls of chicken soup and iced tea. I slept a lot and when I was awake, I read my books and cuddled my teddy bear for comfort. For the most part, I was miserable.
After a few days, my Mother called the doctor and he turned up with his bag of tricks. Having to swallow disgusting medicine seemed like hell, but that was nothing when something frightening happened to me. I’ve told a lot of people this story and they always put it down to the fever, but somehow it seemed more real than that.
I’m usually not a flibbertigibbet and prefer not to have people fuss over me, so when I slipped into a heavy fever I tried to keep it to myself. I can’t explain why, but I was embarrassed when I started sweating profusely in the middle of the night. I worried that Mother would think I’d wet the bed, but then I heard something that distracted me.
A guttural sound like congested breathing came from nowhere
Being congested myself, I thought for a while that the sound was coming from my own throat. Also being a little like a scientist, I always have to test things, so I held my breath to see if the noise was something else. The sweat froze on my skin and my hairs stood on end when I continued to hear the rattling breath!
I squealed but still didn’t call for my parents. Then I saw my breath coming out like cigarette smoke. At first I thought it was funny and kept deliberately exhaling strongly, but then I heard a nasty chuckle which made me sit up in bed straight away. I could feel the chilly air and started to shiver as the chuckling voice continued.
I was shaking so much as I reached to turn the lamp on. My fingers struggled to find the switch but I froze when the chuckling stopped. Even though I was dizzy, I knew that something else was in the room.
Shuddering with fear, I couldn’t believe that I was watching a black fog forming at the foot of my bed, illuminated by the street lights from outside.
I finally was able to flick the switch and the light came on, but the fog continued to grow at the end of my bed. I quickly drew the covers up and over my head but I was still able to see – and boy – did I wish I couldn’t see. I was petrified when I saw the black fog spreading like storm clouds under the sheets and heading towards me!
Being a bit of a chicken, I quickly jumped out of bed and ran over to the wall – thinking that I was at the door. I scrambled to find the handle and could hear the ghastly chuckle behind me. When I looked over my shoulder, I saw a terrifying spirit in the fog - closing in.
When I think of it now, it reminded me of a bully I’d often fought with at school, but at the time – all I knew was that I was being terrorized by the Devil. When it got to me I screamed and began clawing the walls, until my parents rushed in. They grabbed me and pulled me away from the wall. I was delirious so they took me straight to hospital.
My fever soon broke and they settled me down enough to come back home. I never saw anything like that ever again.
I remember everybody telling me that it was just the fever, but even when you're sick...you can still tell the difference between what's real and what's not, can't you?
Over the years, I've gradually convinced myself that what happened on that day was nothing, but deep down inside I know the if I'm ever deathly sick again, I'll probably seen a familiar face in my final moments.