An Abduction Revelation

…If there’s something strange in your neighborhood, who you gonna call? If there’s something weird and it don’t look good, who you gonna call?…Ghostbusters.

In the middle of one night, my wife heard a loud thump. She awoke to see a ghostly figure of a man standing next to the staircase. He was wearing a biker’s outfit with a yellow bandanna wrapped around his head.

“Tom,” she shouted, waking me up.

“What’s wrong?” I asked.

“There is a man standing next to the stairs,” she gasped.

I jumped out of bed and grabbed the baseball bat I always keep next to the bed.

We live in a small Midwest town named Lake Waukomis. The town was established in 1947. It started out as a hunting, fishing, and poker-playing place for men to come and relax. It’s even said Harry Truman would visit to partake in the activities. Many stories have filtered down through the years that can’t be confirmed. But, the story that comes from the house next to ours has witnesses to confirm that there may be a ghost wandering in our neighborhood.

In 1995, I bought the vacant lot next door, from the daughter of parents who passed away. Her parents had purchased two lots when the lake development first started. They built their house on one of the lots and left the other vacant because they didn’t want anyone living next to them. A few years before I bought the lot their son was killed in a motorcycle accident. Strange things started occurring as soon as I built my house.

The original lady of the house next door was an established artist interested in the Victorian style. She painted women in beautiful gowns and hats on her bedroom door.

Since the original owners passing, four families have lived in the house next door. The first family painted over the Victorian paintings on the bedroom doors. Soon afterward, their two cats started hissing at night. They would stare at the door that had been painted over. Stranger things continued to happen.

Several times the second home owners’ daughter saw a Victorian-looking female apparition in the upstairs hallway at night. As she roamed the hallway, she appeared unhappy and seemed a bit upset. The daughter’s cat would hiss and then scat under the bed in fright.

Perhaps another apparition had wandered next door to our house, since it sat next to the original property.

“I don’t see anyone,” I said.

“He was right there,” Karen said, pointing to the top of the stairs.

I turned on the bedroom light and saw nothing. I searched most of the house and found nothing unusual.

“The sound seemed to come from our walk-in closet,” Karen added.

I gripped the bat tightly as I slowly crept into the closet, with Karen following and peeping over my shoulder.

To our surprise there lay a large empty plastic storage container on the floor in the middle of the closet. The container had been stored on an upper shelf for a number of years. So why, all of a sudden, had it fallen to the floor in the middle of this night?

The next night Karen awoke as another loud thump again sounded in the middle of the night. Next to the stairs she saw someone standing in the dim moonlight. Only this time he stood there wearing nothing but the yellow bandanna.

“Tom,” she shouts in fright.

“He’s back.”

Now, my thinking was to instill a little humor into a frightful situation. As it turned out though, it was a darn good thing she didn’t know where I kept the gun or I would have probably died that night. Heaven forbid, another ghost wandering the neighborhood, especially an ‘old fart’ like me, wearing only a yellow bandanna.

Excerpt from: “The Comeback Kid, The Memoirs of Thomas L. Hay” and from “The Abduction Chronicles” by Thomas L. Hay .  https://amzn.to/2zxmYJN

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About the Author: Thomas Hay was raised in the 50’s in Clinton, Missouri. After high school, he joined the US Navy, worked for an international airline, retired and wrote his memoirs. His is an intriguing story that includes a forbidden love, abductions, aliens, ghosts, and revelations that will torment your reality. He currently resides in Lake Waukomis, Mo. with his lovely wife, Karen, along with some hyperactive squirrels, too many irritating geese, and a few cranky old catfish.