For some reason, and it has always been like this I have seen things that no one else can. Some things are images of demons, and some are of nice spirits checking up on there family and close friends. But this one experience has got my mind going crazy for a long time.
I was at the beach last summer. I was waiting for the elevator on the first floor and I was reading one of the pamphlets they had on the rack, when I saw this man running into the hotel. Like seriously though, no one even put their head up to see the man. He was screaming and running like super fast and no one even bothered looking at him. When I turned to say, hey you ok he was gone. After that the elevator came down, I kept thinking I only turned around for 2 seconds and I would of heard the man take off but it was like he vanished into thin air. By the time I got up to my floor I was shaking. When I was walking through the hall I looked through the big glass window that stretches from the elevator and the end of the hall. While I was standing there I saw that same man run across the street and when he crossed the trolley lane, SMACK! He had hit the side of the trolley and went through the whole thing. I could not believe it he actually walked through the trolley.
The next day when we were at the beach that same man came walking down the beach and he was all dressed in black. He asked me where the nearest funeral home was and I said well I don't live here I am just a visitor from Pennsylvania. He said ok, thank you anyway. I said why do you ask? He replied because I have to go to my funeral. I nearly spit out my soda when he said that, I was that scared I ran into the ocean and was so focused on what happened I stumbled over the wave. And got salt water in my eyes. I got up and my dad said hey you ok? I said I am fine, but I just well wasn't paying attention. He said just be careful. I never saw the ghost man again.
I was at the beach last summer. I was waiting for the elevator on the first floor and I was reading one of the pamphlets they had on the rack, when I saw this man running into the hotel. Like seriously though, no one even put their head up to see the man. He was screaming and running like super fast and no one even bothered looking at him. When I turned to say, hey you ok he was gone. After that the elevator came down, I kept thinking I only turned around for 2 seconds and I would of heard the man take off but it was like he vanished into thin air. By the time I got up to my floor I was shaking. When I was walking through the hall I looked through the big glass window that stretches from the elevator and the end of the hall. While I was standing there I saw that same man run across the street and when he crossed the trolley lane, SMACK! He had hit the side of the trolley and went through the whole thing. I could not believe it he actually walked through the trolley.
The next day when we were at the beach that same man came walking down the beach and he was all dressed in black. He asked me where the nearest funeral home was and I said well I don't live here I am just a visitor from Pennsylvania. He said ok, thank you anyway. I said why do you ask? He replied because I have to go to my funeral. I nearly spit out my soda when he said that, I was that scared I ran into the ocean and was so focused on what happened I stumbled over the wave. And got salt water in my eyes. I got up and my dad said hey you ok? I said I am fine, but I just well wasn't paying attention. He said just be careful. I never saw the ghost man again.
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