Today you hear many stories of ghost and the supernatural. I never paid much attention to ghost stories until my sister and her boyfriend had an experience that almost makes my skin crawl. They both saw a ghostly spirit in the same place on the same eerie night. My sister, Andrea, and her boyfriend, Mitch, were staying at my fathers house in Evansville, Indiana. It is an older house, I would say about fifty years  old and the basement was the only place in the house that had room for Andrea and Mitch to sleep. The basement is old with concrete floors and has no ceiling. When you look up, you can see the water pipes, and any other kind of piping the house has. It is really kind of creepy. The smell is musty and it feels damp. There are only four rooms down there: a junk room, which is never opened up, the washer and dryer room, a bedroom which has a wooden door with vents, and just an old den that has no use now. When you are down there, you can hear everything going on upstairs, and you can hear the furnace kick on and off which is kind of spooky. 


One cold winter night, Andrea and Mitch were going to bed. They went down the stairs and into the bedroom. They made sure to shut the door behind them, so that if someone came down to do laundry the door would keep some sound out. They crawled into bed and slowly drifted off to sleep. Andrea recalls about three hours later thinking someone was standing over her; she rolled over onto her back and opened her eyes.


Much to her surprise stood an old man with overalls on and an old farmers cap standing by the bed staring at her. She started to kick the covers off of her because she wanted out of that room quick. She was frightened so bad that she couldn't scream or make any kind of sounds. She says when she started kicking the man just stepped back to the wall, but was still staring at her. She ran directly passed him, opened the door, went upstairs and got our dad. My dad came down to check it out, while in the meantime Mitch slept through the whole situation.


When my dad flipped on all of the lights there was no one in sight. Naturally, it took my sister a while to be able to go back to sleep, but she finally did. Well, about an hour later, Mitch woke up and rolled over towards the door, which was shut, and he saw a woman's figure. He  thought the woman was our step mom so he spoke out, "Sherry, what are you doing down here this late?". The figure just floated off into the vented door. He then realized, the figure was not our step mom, but a ghost. He woke my sister up, and told her what had just happened. With no hesitance, they both went upstairs and slept at the foot of our father's bed. 


The only thing we can figure out is that these lost spirits were looking for one another. Maybe they had unfinished business to do when they died, or maybe they never got to tell each other good-bye and they are stuck between worlds. You never know, but I do know that I believe in lost spirits now. I believe that if someone passes away in a sudden death, they do not really realize that they are dead so their bodies float around trying to take care of things that were left undone. I believe when the lost spirit or ghost is at peace with himself, he will pass to another world.