Ghost stories

5 yrs old, thereabouts.

Northern Wisconsin.

Approximately the same life period where I stuck an ordinary house key into an electrical socket, and witnessed the extraordinary power of the monster which dwelt therein. The key shot out of my hand across the room, leaving a black ashy mark on the window.

Not the same day, but the same era.

I go outside to play in front of the house. From the top of the stairs, I can see standing in the road a skeleton wearing a faded green satin dress and matching hat. She beckons silently for me to come out to join her.

No way.

Probably around 18 years later.

Baltimore, a carriage house.

Around 3am in the morning. I get up to piss, opening the door of my bedroom into a dark windowless room between my bedroom and the hallway.

There is… an entity.

Green. Translucent. Not solid, but neither entirely unsubstantial. A discernible head and torso, arms and legs tapering off. Wavy. It reacts to me, surprised.

I run back into my room, locking the door, hiding under covers. Hold it, til morning.