Your True Tales
May 2006 – Page 11

Spectre with a Sickle
by Ruthann

While living in a little shack on Upper James in Hamilton, Ontario, I had my first but unfortunately not my last encounter. I was 13 and I shared a room with my older and younger sisters until my parents finished the renovations on our new home.

We were lying in our beds, all three of us, when I noticed across the room at the end of my elder sister's bed what looked like a man was standing waving something up and down. At first I thought I was seeing things until my vision focused and saw that he was not solid but misty, flickering light. I also noticed the thing in his hand was a sickle, the same colour as he was.

I said to my sister, "There is someone at the end of your bed." Knowing by the tone my voice took that it was no joke, she slowly covered her head with the blankets and said, "No way" over and over again. I had a bean bag frog sitting on the nightstand beside me and my younger sister's bunk beds. I threw the bean bag across the room. While it soared in the air, aiming head on at the target, I screamed, "Get the hell out of here! We are not afraid of you!" And as God is my witness, we watched it fade away right before our eyes.

Two weeks later, I was shocked to no end if it didn't show right back up, only this time the bugger was more to about the knee area of my older sister's bed when again I told her about this guy. I was yelling, "Can you see him? He is at your knees now doing the same thing he was doing before." Only way to close for comfort at least for poor Dorreen. Again I pulled off the hero and it was over.

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