so I once had this ghost....

Way back before HOF, I had a boyfriend that after dating for 7.5 years, we decided to move into together. We got this little old townhouse-- but it had a ton of room, so it was cool.

While we were unpacking and getting settled, I saw said boyfriend, we can call him K, walk by in the living room. I was in the kitchen and there was a wall between. I yelled something out to him, but not answer. So, I walked around the corner and he wasn't there. I could hear him down on the bottom floor and I was on the middle floor. So, I went down and asked him if he had just been upstairs and he said that he had been downstairs all morning. Weird.

After we had pretty much settled in, I started seeing him out of the corner of my eye all the time. Even if K wasn't home. He was just everywhere. This really tall guy, with dark hair and he always had a baseball cap, he would just follow me everywhere. As soon as I would see him, I would whip around to look at him straight on--- he was never there.

And the funny thing? It didn't bother me. At all. I actually kind of thought it was neat. I even gave him a name, but now I can't remember what it was.

He never appeared for K, but K got to see his tricks a lot. We would be in the kitchen and the bathroom water would turn on, or the tv or the washer or lights.... he did stuff all the time. We had a galley kitchen and his favorite thing to do was to turn the water off/on when I had my back turned facing the other counter. We would just laugh and say "ole' whatever-his-name-was was at it again."

Like I said, it never bothered me. I kind of felt like he kept me company or something.

And then one day I was in the shower. He had never bothered me during "private time", but suddenly the entire shower curtain rose into the air and wrapped around me. I am claustrophobic and scared of water, so I completely freaked out. I was screaming and punching and fighting to get that thing off of me. The curtain was clear, so I could see out of it, and no one was there-- but I knew it was him. That curtain really put up a fight, but I got it off of me and jumped out. I had to get back in to finish getting the soap out of my hair, but I took the curtain down first. There was no way I wanted to get back in there with that thing. I honestly felt violated.

I cleaned myself up and then I immediately called a ghost hunter and asked what the hell am I supposed to do to get rid of this thing???? And the answer was so simple.

They told me to stand in the middle of my home, and in a very serious and loud voice (they kept stressing this) to tell him that I don't want him there and to go away. They kept saying make sure to not laugh. No chance in hell of that happening.

So, I did. And? He went away. He came back briefly about 6 weeks later and I did the same thing, and never saw him again.

And that's my ghost story.