Anything Ghost Number 289, the 16th anniversary of Anything Ghost. My name is Lex Wall. Anything Ghost is a place where people come to listen to true ghost stories from listeners like you. If you have a story you want to share, send it to Lex at Anything Ghost.com or fill out the form at Anything Ghost.com. A spirit named Michael, the old lady in the chair, a haunted apartment in Plymouth, England,

and other true stories about ghosts.

Coming your way in number 289.

Music The first story we have comes to us from McKinley in California, Michael.

This story took place in the early 1990s when I was about four years old. My parents had moved us from the central coast of California to a tiny town in southwest Washington state. After my parents had cleared the land and built a house, someone gave me a small school bus,

the size similar to one of those little hot wheel cars. I loved it and took it everywhere with me.

One day I started to point to the bus's tiny emergency exit door and telling my mom and anyone else who would listen, this is where Michael always sat. We didn't know any Michael at the time, but my mom

figured I'd learned the name from some TV show. She nodded along, not wanting to stifle my imagination.

After a few weeks of talking about Michael, I revealed a new bit of information about him.

Mom, this is where Michael sat before he died.

That took my mama back, but she let it slide.

That is, until I started to tell random strangers in the supermarket where Michael sat before his premature death,

pointing to my small bus's emergency door.

She'd hoped these weird moments would just be a phase. But Michael was just getting started.

I can't pinpoint exactly when I met Michael or how I knew his story. He never spoke. But he would show up in the room, I shared with my

sister quite often. I'd be playing with dolls or whatever a small kid would do, and Michael

would appear, standing next to me. He was about five or six years old, blonde hair, wearing a

1980s-era matching sweatsuit with geometric shapes in red,

blue and yellow.

I felt like he was trying to get my attention, but I was constantly trying to avoid him.

He was just there, all the time.

I complained to my parents, but they chalked it up to my imagination, maybe the stress of the move,

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