Ghost story telling time.

[Lunabell]

It's October and here in N. Florida. There is the promise of a "cold" front in the next day or two. (50° in Florida is a cold front, lol) I feel like telling my true story of my FIRST ghost encounter. I've had many since then, but here goes what happened to me when I was 21.

One afternoon I woke up to a young man petting my cat, Lucy. She was sleeping at my feet and seemed to be enjoying the petting. This was a crisp cold November afternoon and the sun was shining and the sky clear in 1982. The young man was in a red lumberjack shirt and jeans. His hair was blond, longish, parted on the side and swept over his brow in the 70's style. He smiled and walked toward the door and disappeared but I continued to hear footsteps in the old apartment where I lived.

I called out to my roommate, "Bridget?" But nobody was there. Later, when I told her what happened, she told me someone had called her name one night and woke her up.

Fast forward a few years, the Tallahassee Democrat newspaper asked for local ghost stories one October. I sent mine in complete with the address and my name. A guy called me and said he was a friend of the young man who had died in 1976 in a parachuting accident in Gadsden county Florida and he had lived in that same apartment. He said his friend was blond and always dressed in flannel shirts and jeans, even in summer. He sent me a picture of his friend and it really resembled the young man.

Fast forward a few years, I was working at a facility for disabled adults and the teacher wanted to tell ghost stories in, of course, October. He started. He said he was at a party on Bronough street a few years back. My ears perked up. "Bronough street in Tallahassee? Was it 800 Bronough street?" He said yes and went on to say he and his friends were partying and through the front window, they saw a BLOND HAIRED GUY IN A RED FLANNEL SHIRT walking up the stairs and knock on the door. When they answered the door, nobody was there. Wow, then I told him what happened to me in the apartment next door.

Fast forward to 2003 and I was working as a nurse at a rehab facility with a patient paralyzed in a motorcycle accident. Well, we were talking about paranormal experiences and I told him mine. Then, he said he knew who it was and the other survivor of the accident was a friend of his and was visiting the next day. I met his friend the next day and he corroborated the whole story to me, where his friend lived and the description of him.

I recently tried to look up the parachuting accident online, but there was no record of it. I wish I had kept the picture the friend sent or got names.

That is just one experience. I lived in place out in the country where covers were pulled off, weird music came from one room, a bread box flew off the top of the refrigerator, apparitions were seen, and the lights flipped on and off. As my wife and a friend of ours were laughing about the lights one night, the light in the hallway flipped on. We laughed even harder.

And that's just a bit of my many true experiences. I'd love to hear your true ghost encounters.