Jill was attending a party with some of her co-workers.
She was fascinated by the house more than mingling with the party attendees.
There was an elderly man sitting at the top of the stairs.
“This is a lovely old house,” Jill said, hoping to learn more about it.
“Yes, it is. It’s been in my family for generations, but my grandson, Jerod, doesn’t seem to like it much. He’d be comfortable in an apartment . . . which I just may get for him.” The elderly man drifted off in thought.
Jerod, who was Jerod? Jill wondered. She went in search of him when she suddenly heard, “GET OUT OF MY HOUSE!!”
Jill and three others promptly ran for the door . . . but the majority of the party guests continued talking, laughing and drinking.
Jill left the party with her three new friends. They stopped at a coffee shop to discuss their experience. Evidently, they were the only ones who heard the old gentleman’s request.
Jill told them about talking with the elderly man at the top of the stairs.
“Jill, I saw you standing at the top of the stairs . . . talking to yourself. There was no elderly gentleman.”
“He told me he was Jerod’s grandfather.”
“Jerod’s grandfather has been dead for 20 plus years.”
Jill realized she was talking to a ghost. She was getting those side-eyed glances people give you when you talk about ghosts and hauntings and such.
“Hey, wait a minute!” Jill demanded. “What made you run to the door? You heard it, too, didn’t you?”
They slowly agreed, but that was different from conversing with a ghost . . .
Jill thought about it over the weekend. She did some research on the house and Jerod’s family history.
Monday morning she was ready to find Jerod and receive an explanation.
Well, she found that Jerod was no longer working . . . he had been confined to a wheel chair after being hit crossing the street. He was currently residing in a nursing home.
After work Jill went to pay him a visit.
She learned that Jerod’s younger brother worked at the office in the mail room. He was looking after the house until Jerod could return home. He was supposed to be making it handicap ready instead of throwing parties.
Jill, told him about meeting his grandfather and hearing him bellow from the top of the stairs to get out.
“Oh, so you heard it, too!! Did you hear anything else . . . the women talking in the kitchen . . . the bouncing ball in the driveway . . . “
Everyday after work, Jill went to visit Jerod. They spoke of other things besides his grandfather.
Jerod’s physical therapy was going well and soon he would be out of his wheel chair and walking with crutches and later with a cane.
They eventually married and moved into the lovely old house along with the resident ghosts . . . and may I add . . . they all lived happily . . .
This was a fun Real Ghost Story!
Thanks for stopping by!
Sharon
