From The Side

Plaid Jacket

Did I ever tell you that my house growing up was haunted? It was most definitely haunted. The ghost wasn’t entirely scary. My ranch style home sat in the middle of hundred of acres of farm land. The nearest town of Gregory was about 7 miles away. Not a neighbor in sight and my idea of playing outside consisted of making mud castles.

The 3 bedrooms in the back of the house were all attached by a long, narrow hallway of death. Every night I would tuck into my twin bed which directly faced my vanity dresser. The mirror on the vanity perfectly reflected the view of my bedroom door and was angled to the point where you could also see the doorway leading into the living room.

Plaid Jacket

He only came out  after everyone else had been asleep for hours. I always knew, when I would wake up, that if I opened my eyes that he would be standing there. I truly did not want to open my eyes; I truly did not want to end up sleeping in my parents bed every night. After all, it was hot sleeping between them and I was pushing 5th grade {don’t judge, I love my parents & I lived with a creepy ghost!}. But 99.99% of the nights I would open my eyes and look at the vanity mirror and there he would be, standing in the living room doorway. He was a tall, broad man who always wore either all black or an all white suit. He also always wore a top hat and it wasn’t so much that he was faceless, but his face always sat perfectly in a shadow.

Plaid Jacket Chanel Boy Bag

I couldn’t look directly at him, for he would disappear. So, I would let my eyes slightly drift to one side of the mirror and he would reappear. He scared me most nights, but others I would want to see him. So, I would test my visual boundaries to see how much of him I would map out before looking straight on. Every time I would look at him straight on, he would disappear. He loved playing this song & dance with me but I hated it. I wanted to either see him, or not. There he was trying to teach me the lesson that there is always more to life than meets the eye. Sometimes you can stare at something for hours,  but if you shift your vision ever so slightly you will see something entirely different.

Plaid Jacket

I played this game with the ghost for most of my childhood years. The nights he wore all white we would play more before I made my way to my parents bed. But the nights he wore all black were terrifying. I would count down from 10 to gain courage to race down the hallway of death to my parents’ room. Taking the first step out of bed was always the hardest.

Plaid Jacket Black Pants

As I grew older, my parents confronted me about always sleeping in bed with them. Over dinner that night I told them & my brother about the ghost and shared my fears. Later that evening, after making my way to bed, I laid there feeling a bit restless and in need of a drink of water. As my foot hit the ground to get out of bed, my older brothers hands grabbed at my ankles and I let out a scream that would have woken the town of Gregory.

Van Sneakers

I never saw the ghost again after that night. We moved a year later.

Buffalo Check Peacoat {$350, $279} // Helmut Lang Bat Wash Pull on Jeans {$195} // Vans Sneakers {$45} // Vita Fede Mini Titan Rings {℅}

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34 thoughts on “From The Side

  1. Love this story! I too had a ghost in my house growing up. We named her Sally. I used to here her laugh in my closet and night and she would go around closing and opening doors and laughing up and down the hall way. I never saw her fully… only flashes of white here and there. But boy, did she freak me out. My mom still lives in the house and every time I visit, I think about Sally, but not too much. I try to block it out of my mind as much as possible, while trilling… scares the crap out of me. At least she wasn’t a mean ghost. ;)

  2. When I was a kid there was a very old, abandoned Victorian house down the road. My sister and her friends swore it was haunted, which of course meant that I didn’t ride my bike on that side of the road out of fear. I still don’t like movies about haunted houses because of the nightmares I used to have about that house as a kid!

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  3. Aw man black Vans originals were my go-to high school shoe, I miss them! Btw scary story, thank God this doesn’t happen anymore but after turning my TV off before going to sleep I’d wake up in the middle of the night and it’d be back on… Freaked me out

  4. Love this story. My husbands grandmother visits us whenever my husband gets upset. Which fortunately rarely happens. So glad you shared this story. Love the outfit to.

  5. A stylish ghost! All Black or all white. There is also a ghost in my house. Is a she and my dog is always barking at her. She does not let herself bee seen, but her presence is strong. My Dog sees her and hears her. Great outfit!

  6. Fabulous narration of your childhood ghost story. My aunt had a little girl ghost in her house that would be heard on the baby’s monitor. Later they found out a little girl drowned in their bathtub hundreds of years before. Creepy! Anyway, you are a great story teller.

  7. As a grown adult, just reading this spooked me! You poor thing! What vivid memories you shared; I could really visualize it all. Thanks for sharing – your posts are most enjoyable to read! :)

    And love the outfit!

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