A Ghostly Encounter: Creepy Ghost Story.
I met two ghosts one Summer Day, and I had no idea I was conversing with spirits until I later found out they were killed in an accident years ago.
A ghost, soul, or specter of a dead person is usually believed to inhabit the netherworld and to be capable of returning in some form to the world of the living.
A Ghostly Encounter Story
During the summer, I often help out at my grandfather’s farm.
A few years back, I had the strangest encounter in the cornfields of his rural estate.
My grandfather owns a 30-acre farm, which he rents out most of the land to farmers to grow either alfalfa or feed corn.
I often weed the flower gardens prune the shrubs at the farm and discard the debris in an obscure location along the fence line at the back of the farm.
One afternoon, I was driving the old 240 John Deere Tractor with a cart full of yard waste to dump. Usually, I turn off the tractor, detach the cart, and dump it along the fence.
I typically have my earbuds when listening to something on YouTube while I work. It was a beautiful, sunny day, about 80 degrees, with clear blue skies.
After I finished dumping the debris, I was attaching the cart back to the tractor when I noticed on the other side of the wooden farm fence a well-dressed older man with gray hair, a neatly trimmed beard, and a young boy who appeared to be around four years old.
The man with whitish-gray hair and a neatly trimmed beard waved to me. His face was so friendly, gentle, and kind. I was taken off guard because I had never seen anyone on the other side of the fence.
He said “Hi” to me and introduced himself as Clive. The little blonde-haired boy he had propped up on top of the fence post was named Toby.
I told him my name and said I was helping my grandfather out on his farm today. I noticed Clive had an English accent, which I liked because my paternal grandmother was born outside London.
Talking to Spirits: Ghostly Encounter
We talked for a few more minutes, and he told me he was visiting his daughter for a few weeks and that Toby was his grandson.
Seeing someone on the other side of the fence was so weird, and Tony was so kind; it was surreal. I said “goodbye” to Clive and Toby, and it was a pleasure speaking with them.
As I hopped on the tractor and began heading back to my grandfather’s farmhouse, I looked around to see Clive and Toby, but they were gone. I figured they must be walking back to his daughter’s house along the road next to the farm.
After a few days, I forgot about the encounter.
A few months later, I painted a small portion of my grandfather’s fence along the road when I noticed a car pull into the house at the end of my grandfather’s property not too far from where I met Tony and Toby.
I walked over and said, “Hi,” to the attractive lady who looked to be in her mid-forties. I introduced myself and then asked her if she had a son named Toby and if her father’s name was Clive. After I asked her that question, her face made me shudder inside.
She asked me how I knew about them, and I told her that I had chatted with them a few months ago at the fence line. Once again, she looked visibly disturbed, and I asked her if she was okay.
What she was about to tell me made my heart and mind skip and beat.
She said, “My father and Toby were killed in a car accident 20 years ago.” She told me that her father had visited her during Christmas, and they, along with her and her husband, were in an unfortunate car accident together.
Black Ice Causes Car Accidents
Out where we live, we get something called “Black Ice.” Black ice is when the asphalt road has a layer of ice, but you can’t see it until it is too late. We had dozens of accidents and deaths one winter on these country roads.
The husband and wife survived the accident, but Clive and Toby were not lucky. Clive and Toby were flown to Shock Trauma Hospital, but neither recovered from their head and neck injuries.
She hesitantly removed her wallet from her purse and removed a picture of her father and son. They were exactly as I had remembered them, including Clive’s cardigan sweater when I met him. I told her I must have made a mistake and asked her to forgive me.
She walked from me towards her house, and I returned to painting the fence. My mind was in a state of psychotic shock, and it took me a long time before my body and mind regained some sense of normalcy. I wondered to myself, did I dream about this encounter?
When I went home later that day, I went online and researched friendly, ghostly encounters. I learned that hundreds of people had similar experiences. I felt less weird after learning about that, but I still am concerned about having another meeting. What if the ghosts aren’t so friendly next time?
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