Then it started . . . that creepy uneasy feeling that I was being watched . . . I looked up to see my antique mirror on the wall — it’s old and warped, but I could make out my image with another behind me, just off to one side . . . I saw it shift and almost fell out of my chair in my haste to get up . . . turn around and take a closer look . . .
I felt this rush of cold air come at me and knock me off my feet!
To be honest with you, I think I startled this ghost as much as he startled me and in his haste to get away he ran into me!
It felt like I was hit with a solid block of ice. This happened to me once before in my hallway a few years ago. I don’t know what the deal is. They’re the ghost and we’re solid mass . . . They should be able to avoid us! Unless the ghost thought I was a ghost . . .
It took awhile for me to get warm after getting up from the floor — it should have been refreshing on a warm August day, but it was just too cold to have a ghost run through you.
I knew he was still around, lurking . . . and watching me . . . I had no idea why he was there or what he wanted . . .
I heard the banging of cabinet doors in the kitchen. I ran to the kitchen to see my silverware drawer open, it was pulled out all the way and crashed to the floor . . .