True Ghost Story: Sweet 16

SparkleSpiceGirl · Posted: Tue Aug 29, 2006 11:22 am Post subject: True Ghost Story: Sweet 16

I've always loved ghost stories, movies and books. In 1981-82 at the tender age of “Sweet 16”, I actually saw a full-bodied apparition and watched it for several hours.

After moving from house-to-house, the first 9 years of my life, my parents finally settled-down the family in a quaint neighborhood called “La Habra Heights”; a rural area, where people are friendly, some own livestock, others have small groves of trees and acreage to grow vegetables. The area is called “The Heights” because its streets are steep hills, they used to be avocado groves (I believe I heard it is “Home of the Haas avocado”). Here you know who belongs in your neighborhood and who doesn’t. Here, there are no street lights, no sidewalks. Here, is a beautiful landscape where it’s peaceful and serene…all of the time.

My friend, Valeri, and I went out cruisin’ on Whittier Blvd with an older friend of ours. It was a Friday night in May.

We met-up at the local burger joint and there was Rudy, a boy I liked at school. We began jabbering away because we loved to talk and talk and talk. Lord knows, I cant recall what we talked about so much, but we always loved to talk…a lot.

I had very strict parents and had to be home no later than midnight that particular night. I didn’t want to go home, but I had to. So I told Rudy to meet at my house and I’d meet him outside. I got home, checked-in with my parents, went to my room, tucked-in Valeri, and went outside to meet Rudy. He parked his ragtop V.W. on the street in front of my house and we sat there talking. Actually, we werent talking for very long…it seemed like almost the minute we got into the car, we saw It.

As Rudy chit-chatted away, I was listening and gazing through the front windshield, down the street, even though it was quite dark. All of a sudden I saw something move and vanish. I wasn’t quite sure what I saw, but I interrupted Rudy, grabbed his arm and blurted-out, “OH MY GOD!, RUDY; did you just see that?” Rudy scrunched his eyes at me and said, “See what?” So I said, “Nothing, never mind.” I really thought my mind was playing tricks on me, but I know I saw something that moved.

We went on chattering away and oddly enough, our positions changed; while I was talking, Rudy was listening and staring through the front windshield, gazing down the street. All of a sudden, Rudy grabs my leg and gushed, “OH MY GOD! Did you see that?”

I reacted quite calmly, you see, because I thought he was mimicking my earlier behavior. So, I said, “See what, Rudy? What did you see?” He sounds a little panicked at this point and blurts-out, “I DON’T KNOW! I DON’T KNOW WHAT I SAW!” At this point, the grip on my leg has tightened, and I reassert the question, “Rudy. What did you just see?” As he stared at me, he said, “I don’t know…” And as his sentence trails off, we’re both gawking into each other’s eyes, in unison, at the same speed of “slow motion”, we both turn our heads to look through the front windshield, out towards the street.

There It is! I see It! It moved! OH MY GOD! HOLY SHIT! Rudy can see It too. We grab each other in this really lame hug and our voices start getting rubbery, our heads go down and we’re both clamoring to say, “That’s ahh, you know, that’s ahh ga-ga-ga-ga-ghost-st-st, you know…” We both look back at It and do that little mini-freak out thing again. Then we begin to watch It, just watch and watch and watch until sunrise (which is waaay passed my curfew).

It starts to take shape on the right side of the street, the same side we were parked. As It balls into a shape, It’s crouching, like a squatting position. Then It suddenly moves-up, jumping up…and It sprints across the street (to the left side of the street). But get this…It never makes it across. it disappears in the middle of the street every single time. Then It starts all over again, and again, and again, and again. Every time we both see It, we both say “There It is…There It is…There It is…” We even got tired of watching It. Rudy wanted to get out of the car and approach It, I said Hell No! Rudy wanted to flash his car lights, once again, I said No! So we just sat there, in awe, watching It run.

It didn’t glow. If I were to accurately describe Its color to you, I would say that if you mixed together milk and water – you’d have nonfat milk! No, just kidding…that would be the best way to describe to color; not block white, not fluid clear. There was nothing to distinguish gender other than the extremely tall, large, boxy shape of Its body. We could see head, torso and extremities; hands and arms pumping very, very rapidly.

Yes...I know, he kind of looks like "Patrick" from Sponge Bob Square Pants...but I'm not an ar-teest.

I didn’t tell my parents or my sisters a thing. I was afraid I’d be grounded. I waited, and I’m not kidding, two years to tell my parents about the ghost; seriously, I waited until I was 18 years old. And they BOTH didn’t believe me. Now they do though, I think they’ve mellowed with age.

So, what was this thing, what was it? It was a residual haunting/imprint; the ghost kept repeating the same actions over-and-over again.

When I was in college I met a guy through some mutual friends who was a budding parapsychologist and also a psychic. His full name I’ll never forget, but I’ll just call him by his first name, “Chris”. The guy looked like Rick Springfield, and he was very sweet. So I tell him I saw a ghost, but don’t narrate any details whatsoever. We drive to my house one afternoon, after school and he gives me his psychic impression as to what I witnessed years earlier.

He walks to the street and looks to his right, then he looks down at the ground, then he looks up at the sky, then he looks to the far right, then he looks to the far left, then he begins to speak.

He said, “Something or someone was trying to get away from someone else or something else.

He points to the far right and said, “There is extreme hostility coming from this direction.”

He points to the area where the ghost materialized and said, “He was hiding over here.”

Then he looks up and moves his hand in a circular motion, upward, and said, “There are bushes, trees, tall trees and bushes, he’s hiding in them, "Here”, Chris said, as he points down to the street again.

Next, Chris walks across the street, abruptly stops in the middle of the street looks back in the direction where the ghost materialized and said, “He died right here, this is where he died.”

I tried to research the area and ask long-time neighbors, but I could not find record or reference to anything. I know, now, that the area was literally one huge mountain of avocado groves and that the streets we live on were the trails that led the farmers through their crops to harvest. At one time, this area was considered an undesirable place to live; one was considered a hillbilly or a hick. Now, the homes run in the range of one million dollar-plus. Our home was built in 1945…and that’s about all I know.

I have gone back to “investigate”, but I have not done a stake-out…yet. No one else, to my knowledge, has witnessed the ghost.

fluffyluggage · Posted: Mon Sep 17, 2007 1:02 pm Post subject:

I really think you need to do some investigation there. That would be pretty awesome to see if you could get something more out of this, and to get some proof of what you guys saw. I think it's pretty spectacular. Wink