I grew up in Lisle, IL. It is a smaller suburb compared to Naperville
and other surrounding burbs. In the 30s it was a farming community. My
grandparents, like most of the growing community members, had a house
built during the 50s. My parents and I moved in with them around 1984,
when I was an infant. I resided there with my parents and grandparents
until I was 18.
Around the age of 12 was my first experience. I had stepped into the
shower. Our bathroom window looked out onto the backyard. We had a shed
with a small porch light, a swing and some small flowerbeds scattered in
the yard. Roughly 5 minutes into the shower, I looked out the window. I
saw an older looking man, thin, dressed in overalls and holding some
sort of tool. He looked tired and his eyes seemed empty. Almost sad. He
looked right at me without flinching. It was not the steam from the
shower or any kind of fog/smoke outside. The shed light was off. All of
my family were indoors.
I looked at him for what felt like forever, in reality maybe 20
seconds. I remember kind of gasping and taking a step back from the
window. Then he was gone. I finished my shower. Explained what happened
to my father in the hall. He went outside. Checked everything...
garage... shed... behind the shed. Nothing. I was told I probably saw
fog or something.
A few nights later, I was getting ready to make a phone call in my
parent's room. Their phone was by the window that looked over the side
of the house... First floor. My father was putting away something in his
dresser behind me. I started to dial, waited for the other end to
answer. While waiting I looked out the window, there was the "farmer"
again. Dressed the same... Sad eyes etc. I gasped; my father turned
around and saw him too. He stood there looking at us. I of course had
forgotten about my phone call, and turned to my father. Turn back to the
window he was gone. The only thing I saw was my father frantically
running along the side of the house with the flashlight.
Throughout my life I had a lot of strange feelings in the home. I saw
the "farmer" a few more times... A lot happened living there. But I
guess I can save it for another time. I thank everyone for reading this.
Commenting and well wishes to all.
yourghoststories
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