I saw a ghost once.
When I was younger I stayed at my grandmother’s farm a lot. One time I woke up in the middle of the night and looked out the window. From up the hill, out of the woods, I saw a man walking down to the house. I stayed still and watched him, thinking it was someone coming...
This was my submission to Ghouls & Monsters’ request for personal stories. Rereading it I realize how many spelling and grammar errors I made. I’m just not a very articulate person.
That is my story. You can call me a liar if you want. I don’t care. Even if it was a waking dream or an over active imagination it seemed real to me. And my grandmother said she had seen him too, and she has never lied to me.
They say that the supernatural is something that is not suppose to happen but does happen. That sums up what I saw that night.