We have discussed horror movies and shows on About Men Radio but I have a real ghost story to tell that occurred right under my roof.
I was probably about 12 to 13 years old and living in The Bronx.
My parents had a two-family house that was shared with my grandparents. The house had two owners before us, the first of which owned an Italian restaurant nearby.
The story goes like this:
My grandmother was sleeping and woke up in the middle of the night and it felt like someone was watching her.
She opened her eyes and in the darkness there was a figure of a man standing beside her bed.
This did not scare her since she was a believer in spirits and all that supernatural stuff.
If this happened to me, I would have ran out of the house screaming!
My grandma was cool though and felt this spirit was not threatening and she eventually fell back to sleep.
These nighttime visits continued to happen periodically.
She noticed it was a man in a dark suit and he wore a hat. He would just stand there and look down at her as she lay in bed.
She told my mom and my uncle about these visits. She wasn’t scared but was getting tired of being awakened in the middle of the night.
My uncle had a friend who was a medium, actually a “Santero,” a priest of Santeria, a Caribbean spiritual religion.
He came to the house and felt a presence as soon as he walked in the house.
It wasn’t malevolent but possibly a lost spirit that had not moved on.
He went though the house and lit candles and said numerous prayers.
He spoke out loud to the spirit and comforted him and told him that his time on earth was over and he should move on and rest in peace.
My grandmother stopped being disturbed by her nocturnal visitor, and she was able to get a full night’s sleep again.
Some years later, our neighbor’s daughter passed by with a friend who grew up in our house, family of the first owners, and they asked her about my grandparent’s apartment and if she knew if anyone had died there.
You know what her response was: She said her uncle had died there and that was his bedroom. Shit! The chills went through me when I heard this.
We asked about him wearing a hat and yes he typically wore one like most other men back in that time.
Crazy stuff, ghosts, Santeria, and I guess you can say an exorcism, right under my nose in The Bronx.
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