Ghost
in The House, Ghost in My Bed,
Ghost in Long Underwear, Ghost That I
Dread!
Ghost
In A Red Union Suit
Speaking
of a ghost wearing a union suit which I was in
my last posting of Retro Jeff's “Resident Ghost,” Beth Armstrong
had a real life incident with an apparition that
climbed into bed with her late one night. And just as I concluded
that ghosts worth their salt wear only white union suits, along comes
Beth who experienced a ghost wearing long red underwear. Here's her story:
“This
event took place in August of 1993 in Minot, North Dakota. My husband
was working out of town and I was home alone. It was 2:05 am as I
could see the clock on my nightstand. I had been sleeping several
hours when, all of a sudden, I felt somebody in bed with me! I was
absolutely terrified. I knew I would be attacked any second! Someone
must have broken into the house.
“Heart
pounding, I lay there, adrenaline flowing full force, waiting for him
to make his move. After lying there several minutes, getting my
fear under control, I realized this man was sound asleep. He was not
snoring, like my husband would have been, but he was fast asleep.
Another 20 minutes went by while I laid very quietly...he was still asleep.
“By
this time I had calmed down somewhat and realized the strangest
thing, I loved
this man. I loved him more than I had ever loved anyone and knew in
my heart he would not harm me. But, still I was afraid to wake him
up. I thought to myself, is this man real? I decided to find out
without waking him. Very slowly, very carefully, I reached over and
touched him... everywhere... except on his face. I pulled off his
blanket which he had apparently pulled over himself when he slipped
into bed with me. I took my time about all this as I did not want to
wake him. He was a real, live, breathing man. He was much smaller
than my husband, had reddish blonde hair, a beard, and was wearing
red long underwear! I think his underwear was called a union suit
back in the old days.
“Looking
at him, I still had no idea who he was except for the fact that I
loved him! By this time the adrenaline rush had worn off and I was
exhausted, worn out, thinking about this barefoot stranger next to me
in a red union suit.
"I was so very, very tired, I went back to sleep.
When I woke in the morning, he was gone. I have often wondered, why
didn't I check myself out? Was I me, in my present body? If he was
wearing long red, old-timey underwear, what would I have been
wearing? I think possibly, I may have slipped back into another time
period and another life. Perhaps as a pioneer woman. I have never had
this happen before or since, and I don't want this to happen ever
again."