I am female, Finnish by birth, currently twenty-one and
working as a model in Japan. While I have had a number of
experiences that might be called "odd", they may not be
supernatural. However, I have always believed that there
is more to the world than the ordinary part.
The following incident may not seem ghostly, and it is not
very scary. But it seemed to be so strange that I cannot
forget it.
When I was fourteen years old, my cousin in Minnesota, USA
invited me to come visit her for the summer and go to camp
together. Since I had not seen her for some time, I was
very excited. The camp was at a beautiful forest area
beside a lake. It was a lovely place, but also a problem
because there were many insect at night, especially
mosquitos.
One night there was a party and I got so many mosquito
bites on my arms and legs. It was terrible and so itchy!
Before going to bed I tried to heal it by putting on some
lotion, but it was still hard to sleep.
I finally must have fallen asleep, but I woke up again at
about one in the morning. My arms and legs were itching
again so much. Unfortunately, I had forgotten my lotion in
the bathroom, which was downstairs on the lower floor of
the cabin.
Sleepily, I stepped outside. It had been drizzling for
some time, and seemed unusually cold for a summer night.
When I looked up, I became shocked.
There was a man leaning against the rail of the balcony
and staring out at the rain. His back was turned toward
me, and I could not see his face. Even slightly bent over
as he was, he was very tall and his head touched the
clothesline. The strange part was that although he was
standing right in front of me...he was very hard to see.
It was as if whenever I tried to see a detail about him,
my eyes would just slide past and overlook it. Almost as
if he did not want to be seen.
But what had shocked me at first was that he is a man, and
this camp is very strict so there are absolutely no men or
boys allowed to set foot on the girl's cabin. I was a
little scared about what he might want. Somehow, I managed
to ask what he was doing here.
"Thinking," he said.
His voice was very low, and it sounded hollow and distant
even though he was close by. I have never heard a voice
like it.
I opened my mouth again to ask him to please leave, but
instead the question came out. "What is your name?"
He turned around. The night was very dark, but the front
of him was even darker and his face was in complete black.
I could not see a thing.
"Brad," he said.
As he said this he seemed to be leaning toward me. I
suddenly had a burst of fear and backed away and quickly
said, "Goodnight then." Heart pounding, I rushed down the
stair and got the lotion. For some reason I was so afraid.
When I came back up the stairs, he was gone. But when I
passed by the railing I had another shock.
The clothesline (which we had to keep neat) was in a bit
of a disarrange where his head had been. Otherwise it was
like no one had never been there. Except that someone had.
Because, right under the disarrange spot on the
clothesline, there were two footprints next to each other.
In the wet wood they were still dry, as if the person who
had made them had been standing there since before the
rain started, just looking out and thinking.
Before I stepped inside, I looked down at the floor of the
balcony for some reason. I had left a trail of footprints
leading out of the door, going down the stairs and coming
back up again. However, when I looked at the two prints by
the railing, there were no steps leading to them, and no
steps leading away from them.
They were just...there.
I did not wait to see the two strange foot marks covered by
raindrops, but I ran away inside.
I am still not sure about that night. It was late, and
dark, and raining, and perhaps I might have imagined it.
But I don't know anyone named Brad, and I'll never forget
the shocked feeling, or that strange voice, or the sense
of looking at something that simply did not want to be
visible to me.
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