The Ghost In The Bathroom

The summer between fourth and fifth grade, my mom remarried and my mom, step dad, my brother and I moved into a small two bedroom house in a place in Florida called Wilton Manors. I got the back bedroom, my mom and her husband got the front room and we converted the den into a room for my brother.

Well the way my room was set up was when you walked into my room from the living room the bathroom was across my room and straight in front of you and the room was off to the right. I slept in a bunk bed that me and my brother use to share and had it parallel to the back window. I slept in the top bunk and could look out my window to the backyard. I left the bathroom light on most of the time and my mom would turn it off when I was asleep… I was afraid of the dark… so I could see the reflection of my room behind me when I would look out the window and could see who’s behind me. I tell you this so you get an idea how my room was set up.

Now this house always gave me the creeps. Especially my bathroom. It had one of those showers that had no tub but it was set up for wheelchair access. It was creepy and I hated going into that bathroom…especially at night.

It started small. I would feel someone lean over my shoulder when I would sit in my room and no one would be there. Even my mom noticed..of course she never told me ’til I was older. She didn’t wanna freak me out. It always felt like someone was watching you in that house.

Now my first real experience happened while I laid awake one night completely awake…I’ve always been kinda an insomniac. I was layin’ on my back staring at the ceiling. All of a sudden it felt like someone put grabbed my leg and pulled me down about a foot further from the head of my bed than I was laying. I thought it was my brother so I checked the bottom bunk…remember I slept on the top bunk and my brother slept in his own room. But no one was there… ODD I thought Must be my imagination.

Well the feelings of being watched continued. One night I lay in bed waiting for my parents to tuck my in. I was looking out the back window but my bathroom light was on so I could see the reflection of my room behind me. Then I saw what I thought was my step father…It looked like him and everything… walk in behind me and put his hands over my bunk like he was gonna give me a hug good night…The top bunk was up to his shoulders. I turned around to hug him back and no one was there…but I know I saw someone in the reflection of my window about to grab me. I checked the bottom bunk and it was empty. A few minutes later my step dad showed up and said he was with my mom and brother in the living room until just then…ODD I thought Must be my imagination.

Well the most visual sight I had of my ghost was one night when my mom and her husband were having dinner in the dining room and I lie awake in my room with the lights off. I was comfortable with the fact they were close and the light from the dining room was illuminating my room so I had my bedroom and bathroom light off. Now remember you can walk straight from my bathroom to the dining room through my room without turning. I had been staring at my room for a good half hour listening to my “parents” dine. Just then I saw a man walk from my bathroom through my room into the dining room plain as day…it looked like my step dad. So I said “dad”…”Yeah” he replied…”Did you just come outta the bathroom” I asked…”No” he said…”Mom someone just came outta the bathroom someone’s in the house.”

She checked my bathroom and told me my step dad had been with her the whole time and never went to the bathroom. I swore to her that I saw someone and I slept in my brother’s room that night. It was freaky. The guy was plain as day. I even heard the rustle of his pants while he was walking. My mom said it was dream maybe and not to worry about it.

Well years later I was talking to my mom about it and she said that she saw him too but didn’t wanna tell me cause she knew it would scare me. …So I wasn’t the only witness.

I also asked my landlord some years later about the room and the bathroom…and he told me the guy that lived there before us had died in the bathroom.

Now the spirit didn’t seem evil but I know he was there…He was just kinda hanging out. I guess he liked that room. It’s been years since I lived in that house but sometimes I’m tempted to stop by and ask the current residence if they’re ever saw anything…maybe I will one day.

Sent in by Jennifer, Copyright 2008