Note: Every night, when I was young and for as long as I could remember, my pillow fell off my bed.
I grew up in a house that was built in 1901. It was a 3-story home that had some late Victorian Era architectural features such as wrap around porches, pocket doors, texture wall paneling, and ornate cast iron radiators just to name a few. Perhaps the most distinctive feature was the beautiful staircase with its mahogany-stained wooden banister/balusters. As you entered the house into the front hallway, there were two steps at the base of the staircase, then a small landing where the stairs turned to a full flight of stairs up to a second small landing that turned to a small flight of stairs up to the second-floor landing. Arriving at the top of the stairs you could go one of two ways, the hallway straight ahead toward three bedrooms and a bathroom or to the right where the landing and banister/balusters continued for about 10 feet and ended at the entrance to another bedroom and the continuation of the staircase to the right wrapping up to the third-floor attic that my parents converted into their bedroom suite.
The bedroom to the right was my bedroom. My bed was positioned against a wall such that if I was lying in bed with the door open, I had clear visibility of the second-floor landing and parts of both the descending and ascending staircase. This is where I saw the ghost the first time. I was 9 or 10 years old asleep in my bed when I woke up and saw a boy out on the landing looking over the banister to the first floor. He looked to be about my age, had the classic ethereal appearance of a ghost, but I could make out that he was wearing. He had on shorts and a shirt, suspenders, and a beanie cap. I must have fallen back to sleep because that’s all I remember.
Time marched on and my pillow continued to fall off my bed every night. However, one night, just as my pillow was falling off my bed, I woke up and saw the same little boy pulling the pillow from under my head. We were both startled by each other, me just by seeing him but him because he saw that I saw him. It all happened very quickly, but I closed my eyes tightly only to open them to find he was gone. After that night, my pillow stopped falling off my bed and I never saw him again. Every once in a while, throughout my lifetime, my pillow falls off my bed at night and I am always reminded of that little boy who kept pulling the pillow off my bed. I’d like to think he is just sending me a message that he is still with me.
Posted by Margaret Ryan
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