Mother

From:  Lynda Hartley (BritePath@turbonet.com)
Story type: Ghost
Location: In bed with my mother
Source: Form Submission

When I was a girl of 10 I was sleeping with my mother because there were no other beds to sleep in. We were talking about the days activities and what we were going to do the next day. Our bedroom was 12 feet off the ground. This happend in a house Willow Creek California. It was haunted by ghosts. The Hopa indians would not come near this house. Anyway we were in bed and I looked out the window and saw this figure of a man standing there looking in at us. I told my mother and she told me to get under the covers and not come out until she told me it was alright I did as she asked. I got a good look at this figure though before I went under the blankes. It was large and glowed a brite golden color. I could see right through it, it made me feel warm and unafraid. My mother told me later that it had come to talk to her. She never did tell me what it said to her. She died when I was 17. a few days later we had the house exorcised. and the ghosts went away.