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The Time I Saw a Ghost
Jun. 23rd, 2002 11:20 amIt has only happened once, though I had tried many times as a kid to see them. I even forced an aunt of mine, who lives in Corrego do Bom Jesus (a little town in Brazil whose name, translated to english, means Good Jesus's Little Stream -- my mom was born there and I'm related to every single person living there) to take me to the town's cemitery at night. I guess I watched too much Scooby-Doo and Caspar to know any better.
I was living in Montreal, and had returned from Summer holiday in Brazil to start my 3rd year in uni. When I got there, the only friends I had in town weren't back yet so I had to book myself into a hotel for one night. The cab driver, who was portuguese, helped me find a place in the Village (for all of you who know Montreal, you'll know that the Village ain't the classiest place on the planet.) I think the hotel was called The Alexis, or something like that.
It was a non-descript place, and my room was very ordinary (with a bible in one of the bedside table drawers, white walls, dodgy cleanliness.) I walked the block, ate a burger (oh, the days when I could still eat the ass of a cow with a straight face!) then came back to the hotel for a bath. Eventually I just crawled into bed and went to sleep.
In the middle of the night I woke up. I had heard a noise in the room and i thought I had left the tv on. But the tv was off and so I looked around. That's when I saw a little boy crouching in the corner of the room. He had his arms around him, as if he was protecting himself. He then slowly merged with the wall and disappeared. I fell back on my pillow and told myself I had had a hallucination, or was dreaming, but I was wide awake!
The next morning I approached the lady at the front desk and told her I had something strange to ask. She took a step backwards, as if I was going to invite her to an S&M session. I asked her if there was ever a little boy that had died in that room. She was very confused, so I told her what happened. I could tell she was spooked, but by then I was really enjoying the whole thing (bad, isn't it?)
And that was it. I never went back, though I've been tempted. I do believe in ghosts, but I don't have a formed opinion as to what exactly they are... could they be just a print from the past that we are able to see? Or are they trying to contact us?
Now I want to hear your stories... Albinopriestess, I can tell you've got some to share!
I was living in Montreal, and had returned from Summer holiday in Brazil to start my 3rd year in uni. When I got there, the only friends I had in town weren't back yet so I had to book myself into a hotel for one night. The cab driver, who was portuguese, helped me find a place in the Village (for all of you who know Montreal, you'll know that the Village ain't the classiest place on the planet.) I think the hotel was called The Alexis, or something like that.
It was a non-descript place, and my room was very ordinary (with a bible in one of the bedside table drawers, white walls, dodgy cleanliness.) I walked the block, ate a burger (oh, the days when I could still eat the ass of a cow with a straight face!) then came back to the hotel for a bath. Eventually I just crawled into bed and went to sleep.
In the middle of the night I woke up. I had heard a noise in the room and i thought I had left the tv on. But the tv was off and so I looked around. That's when I saw a little boy crouching in the corner of the room. He had his arms around him, as if he was protecting himself. He then slowly merged with the wall and disappeared. I fell back on my pillow and told myself I had had a hallucination, or was dreaming, but I was wide awake!
The next morning I approached the lady at the front desk and told her I had something strange to ask. She took a step backwards, as if I was going to invite her to an S&M session. I asked her if there was ever a little boy that had died in that room. She was very confused, so I told her what happened. I could tell she was spooked, but by then I was really enjoying the whole thing (bad, isn't it?)
And that was it. I never went back, though I've been tempted. I do believe in ghosts, but I don't have a formed opinion as to what exactly they are... could they be just a print from the past that we are able to see? Or are they trying to contact us?
Now I want to hear your stories... Albinopriestess, I can tell you've got some to share!