What's that at the foot of my bed? It's spooky and kooky. I'm pretty sure it's dead. It's coming this way

Wait a minute hey I'm ghosted

By Ross Dressfeles by Rose-Dress-Fales. Hey, Boo! It's me, please.

Hey, Boo! It's me, Rose-Dress-Fales.

Guys, I was reading some stories in the Facebook group ghosted by

Ross Dress-Balese there are so many good ones that have been posted lately so go in

there and check it out if you have not yet. I was just

reading this one from Chris. Chris writes, hey, so I have a poltergeist experience to share from my childhood.

I had a few ghostly experiences when I was a kid,

but I always had been a skeptic and could easily brush them off.

For example, I'd see things like ghosts,

but figured it was just shadows and my mind

playing tricks on me in the dark, etc.

But the only for sure experience I've had was when I was seven or eight. I was tucked in bed and my mom left my room to get me some water. I used to put out my clothes for school the next morning, folded up on a chair behind the door. My room light was off, but the hallway was on, so it was a little shadowy in my room, but I could still see. I knew I was alone.

My mom, which, PS, it's mom, not mom, M, U M.

I'm guessing you might be from England.

My mom was gone for about one minute,

and in that time I watched my bald up socks, which were on top of my clothes across the room,

fucking levitate. I was frozen, and after about 10 seconds, they were thrown at me, hitting the radiator next to my bed with a thud and bouncing on onto my leg.

When my mom came back, I couldn't speak. The next day I went in my room and the socks were still

on my bed so I know I didn't imagine it. Other than that, I haven't really had experiences,

but that one is something I can't explain.

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