Brother's Ghost Encounter
Have you ever had a person in your life who steals all your glory? For me, that's my brother. I saw a chair floating, once, but every time my brother's ghost story is told, my ghostly chair seems more like a walker.
Anyway, I might as well tell my brother's story, because it is interesting. He was about nine or ten, just a few years older than me, and he was off spending the night at Grandma's house. Which I loved to do, but rarely got to, probably because it was in the haunted part of town.
It was getting late and my brother was tired, so he turned off the TV and got ready for bed. Something caught his eye. On the other side of the room, just standing there, was a woman dressed in old Southern clothes. She was all white with no visible face.
Terrified, my brother hid under the covers. He lay there shaking for a while, but heard no sounds, so he dared to peek under the corner of the blanket.
The lady's blank face was right up in his.
He freaked out, kicking and flailing, and every time his limbs passed through the ghost, they grew icy and thick and hard to move. Then, there was a sound like an angry wind, and the coldness passed right through his body. In his mind flashed a featureless face that somehow still looked enraged.
He doesn't like going to Grandma's anymore.
