Your True Tales
September 2006 - Page 23
Occupied by a Ghost
by Tyler H.
I have only had one ghost experience and it happened back in 1998. I had just moved to western Florida to where my parents were living. I was there to give Florida a try, getting sick of the miserable weather of the fall in New England and sort of envious of the constant talk of how warm it was down there, admitedly.
After two weeks of being there, I had a job interview down in Fort Lauderdale. I arrived a day early to take in the sights. I got myself a hotel room at a little touristy motel off the main strip by the beach. I checked in and went up to the room up on the second landing with my several bags. The first thing I needed was a shower after the long trip. I went to the bathroom ran the water and got in.
I had been in for about three minutes when I saw something that blew my mind. An outline of a figure walked right past my door. I threw back the curtain startled and looked out there startled and there was no one. I remember staying in that position for a few minutes as then I had reasoned it all a product of my imagination. I got back to soaping up as then again, now going in the other direction towards the back of the room, was the same figure outline of a person. Like the top of a head and shoulders gliding sort of.
I got out of the tub grabbing the towel and went out there looking around in the room. The room seemed eerily still. I eventually got my clothes on and decided it might be a good night to head out and see what the nightlife was like. I had a fairly good time, a little dull but a good taste test of what Fort Lauderdale was like, at least from the touristy end.
I came back to the room several hours later and having the interview the next morning decided it might be best to get some sleep. I had the TV on as I rolled over trying to get a night's rest as I then began hearing what sounded like crying. The sound was definitely female and coming from inside the room, not the walls. I got up thinking it was a room next to me, but when I put my ear to either wall, there was nothing to be heard. The audible sobbing was coming from behind a small sofa in the room with me but would fade in and out. The sound stopped as I then started to drift off a little. Then it started again, but was talking while femininely sobbing like a woman cursing something. Curiosity eventually got the best of me as I put on my pants and shirt. I went over to the front door and opened it to look over to see if there was anyone in the room next to me. On both sides of my room the rooms were completely dark. No one was in either of them. I looked down below at the pool and the area was entirely vacant.
I went back in the room and went to go to sleep. As I went back in there, I felt like someone was watching me dead on as the hairs on the back of my neck rose. I got back into bed and pulled the sheets up over me and tried to go to sleep. After a few minutes, suddenly from the night table on the other side of the bed my pocket change started dropping on the floor, one by one. My eyes shot back and there was no one there. I crept over and looked down, and there on the rug was over two dollars in my change.
I went to pick it up there off the floor still wary as I then could see what looked like two pants legs over at the bathroom door. My eyes looked up and there was the outline of a person again walking out to the back of the room to a fire door at the back of the room. It then vanished through the wall as I wasn't sure if I do the same.
The next morning before the interview, as I was leaving and packing up my stuff, I went over to the firedoor at the back of the room. I unlocked the door handle (hoping there wasn't an alarm) and turned it. The door led outside (no alarm) to an iron fire escape, and there behind the place was what looked like the worst looking crack-head skeevy motel you have ever seen. It was such a weird contrast to the place I was staying at. It was like something from a third-world barrio back there. I looked down the back of the motel I was at and my room was the only one with a back door and a fire escape at all. I left, I didn't ask questions, but that is my one and only ghost story, if that is indeed what it was exactly. Let's just say that room is already occupied.
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