“I ain’t afraid of no ghost!” Hmm, well, no howling, ethereal walker through walls anyway. I don’t get those. But the screaming young man in the basement of a building I used to live in? Yeah. He was always there, silently screaming at me. The first time I met him was quite the experience—just wide-mouthed, silent screaming, eyes behind glasses, expressing great anger. No one else noticed him, so he might have been angry that people ignored him. An extrovert by nature, it must have been hard on him only to be seen by me. I was more interested in working on my model railroad than solving his issues – it must have made him madder.
Did he appear only at night? No, he was daylight, nighttime, anytime specter.
But come to think of it, my old grey cat. Clancy saw him also. Clancy, AKA – the Grey Menace, was unused to anything not being scared of him. He took violent displeasure in meeting the screamer. The screamer screamed at Clancy, and Clancy yowled back. Eventually, I had to yell at both of them to shut up. This caused my wife to shout down the stairs for all of us to shut up because the baby was screaming.
It was much more peaceful at the next place we lived. Just neighbors screaming at each other.
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Lol. We had a man in our house who appeared during renovations. The workmen shrugged it off, but I returned late one night to find my former husband standing in the snow covered driveway in his housecoat and slippers, terrified to go back in the house.