This is a very short ghost story that I experienced at the
age of 12 on my first trip to my mother’s country of
Colombia. My grandfather (her dad) had past away when I
was 6 years old. I had never met him and had seen few
pictures of him.
We were staying in my aunt’s room for the duration of the
trip. I need to explain the set up of this section of the
house. Upon walking into the house, directly to your left
were all the bedrooms. The first bedroom (ours) had the
main door leading to the living room as well as French
doors at the other end connecting to my uncle’s room.
(Which happened to be the room gramps died in) in my uncles
room was also the main door leading to the living room as
well as a door leading to the bathroom. Kind of like
a “railroad” apartment. I should mention that the French
doors had filmy, very light curtains on them (to make it
look pretty).
My story: It was mid morning. I’d been there about a week
and had just stepped out of the bathroom into my uncle’s
room. Went past the curtained French doors and into my
bedroom. I had a towel wrapped around my body and
a “turban” wrapped around my wet hair. I was doing my
normal routine and nothing was amiss. Didn’t feel watched,
it wasn’t cold, Everything was normal. I bent down to put
one leg through the hole of my underwear. As soon as I did
that I had this urge to look at the French doors with the
curtains. Imagine my amazement when I see the shadow of a
man with a bald head, short sleeved collared shirt, very
pressed slacks (so pressed you could see the front
creases). He was casually leaning at my uncle’s desk with
his head turned staring right at me!! As soon as I saw
that, he turned his head to face away from me and just
slowly walked straight towards the main door of that
bedroom. I couldn’t see anything past the curtains. Mind
you this whole time I’m still bent over attempting to put
on my panties but was completely frozen!!! Now you’d think
I’d run screaming… I actually walked to the curtain and
poked my head through looking directly at the main door.
(the direction which he walked to) There was nowhere anyone
could’ve gone in a span of like 5 seconds.
I very calmly proceeded to the backyard (undies still
dragging on my ankle!!) and told mom that I needed help
picking my clothes. It was then that my aunt (who’d been
on her side of the house the entire morning) looked right
at me and said “sweetie don’t get scared, he never met you
and just wanted to get a look at you”. That’s when I
freaked and told my mom that I wanted to stay at my other
aunt’s house.
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