Michael's Ghost: The Man at the Foot of the Bed
Popular opinion among the open-minded hovers around the idea that we are all just visitors here, merely travelors who make brief stops along the way to our true destination. Maybe this is perhaps one reason why some "haunted houses" are often not haunted forever, but for a brief period of time. Another theory, if you will, is that structures and dwellings aren't haunted at all, but rather the people who live in them. Could this be why one individual can "see" or "hear" a ghost, yet no other can? Clearly, the unknown will forever remain the unknown to us until we've gone beyond one level of being to the next. But why would we all not be able to have the same experiences? Why are some of us meant to see and hear the unexplable and many of us not? I can't say for sure, but here's one tale that comes from within my family.
Michael's Ghostly Visitor: A Warning?
When Michael, my oldest son, was about three we lived in a small apartment 2 bedroom in Lakewood, Colorado. My youngest at the time was about a year old and shared a room with me. Michael, being the oldest, was given a room of his own. We hadn't been in the apartment long, maybe a few days at best, when Michael began to wake up in the middle of the night. At first I thought it was just the unfamiliarity of being in a new apartment and a new room, but after a night or so I began questioning him about why he didn't want to sleep in his new room.
When asked to explain, Michael said, "There's a man in my room." Going along with him I asked him what the man was doing. He said, "Standing by the bed looking at me." No one else lived in the apartment with us.
This happened nearly every night, and eventually I took the room and put Michael in the room with his brother. Understand that Michael was very precocious and was quite articulate at the age of 3. He could sing songs with the records my mother often played while he was there at the age of two, so that may give you some idea of how unsettling it was to hear him speak of a "man" who showed up in his room every night and stood at the foot of the bed.
I personally never saw this aparition---what else could it be?---but I never doubted Michael in the least. However, other things DID happen in that apartment, and in that room. The final being something serious enough to make us move.
Besides a miscarriage, one night we all returned frok a night at the theater, and within minutes were going to bed because everyone was "sick" and had terrible headaches. The lights were out and the kids were in bed, but I couldn't sleep. Something was bothering me. There'd been some trouble with the hot water heater, and the pilot light would often go out for no reason at all, and it occurred to me to check.
The hot water heater was located in a small closet outside of Michael's old room, the one I'd been staying in. It was checked, and sure enough, the pilot light was out...and the house was filling with gas. The fire department was called, the complex evacuated, and I was told that if my children and I HAD gone to sleep that night none of us would've survived. The hot water heater was tagged and the landlord/owner cited. Apparently he'd been doing something to the pilot light to keep it lit, rather than repairing the problem.
Could that mysterious "man" have been trying to tell us something?
Michael is now an adult and doesn't remember the episodes with the man at the foot of the bed.
Popular opinion among the open-minded hovers around the idea that we are all just visitors here, merely travelors who make brief stops along the way to our true destination. Maybe this is perhaps one reason why some "haunted houses" are often not haunted forever, but for a brief period of time. Another theory, if you will, is that structures and dwellings aren't haunted at all, but rather the people who live in them. Could this be why one individual can "see" or "hear" a ghost, yet no other can? Clearly, the unknown will forever remain the unknown to us until we've gone beyond one level of being to the next. But why would we all not be able to have the same experiences? Why are some of us meant to see and hear the unexplable and many of us not? I can't say for sure, but here's one tale that comes from within my family.
Michael's Ghostly Visitor: A Warning?
When Michael, my oldest son, was about three we lived in a small apartment 2 bedroom in Lakewood, Colorado. My youngest at the time was about a year old and shared a room with me. Michael, being the oldest, was given a room of his own. We hadn't been in the apartment long, maybe a few days at best, when Michael began to wake up in the middle of the night. At first I thought it was just the unfamiliarity of being in a new apartment and a new room, but after a night or so I began questioning him about why he didn't want to sleep in his new room.
When asked to explain, Michael said, "There's a man in my room." Going along with him I asked him what the man was doing. He said, "Standing by the bed looking at me." No one else lived in the apartment with us.
This happened nearly every night, and eventually I took the room and put Michael in the room with his brother. Understand that Michael was very precocious and was quite articulate at the age of 3. He could sing songs with the records my mother often played while he was there at the age of two, so that may give you some idea of how unsettling it was to hear him speak of a "man" who showed up in his room every night and stood at the foot of the bed.
I personally never saw this aparition---what else could it be?---but I never doubted Michael in the least. However, other things DID happen in that apartment, and in that room. The final being something serious enough to make us move.
Besides a miscarriage, one night we all returned frok a night at the theater, and within minutes were going to bed because everyone was "sick" and had terrible headaches. The lights were out and the kids were in bed, but I couldn't sleep. Something was bothering me. There'd been some trouble with the hot water heater, and the pilot light would often go out for no reason at all, and it occurred to me to check.
The hot water heater was located in a small closet outside of Michael's old room, the one I'd been staying in. It was checked, and sure enough, the pilot light was out...and the house was filling with gas. The fire department was called, the complex evacuated, and I was told that if my children and I HAD gone to sleep that night none of us would've survived. The hot water heater was tagged and the landlord/owner cited. Apparently he'd been doing something to the pilot light to keep it lit, rather than repairing the problem.
Could that mysterious "man" have been trying to tell us something?
Michael is now an adult and doesn't remember the episodes with the man at the foot of the bed.
Note: My granddaughter & I discovered a 'ghost face' in an image I created for the main haunted page (old version of this site). I've checked the original .psd file (layered file) and found NOTHING that would explain the grotesque face at the bottom of the image. A friend enhanced the image copied from my site and STILL we can't seem to explain the face. Interesting, and spooky, considering the story.
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