When I was a girl my family was really chummy with our Priest and his family. Once they had my Aunt and I sit for their kids.
The house was quiet, the kids sleeping and my Aunt and I sat in the living room. We bagan to feel weighted down and some kind of man in many hats appeared. He laughed, changed hats, then vanished as fast as he came.
The year was 1973, answering machines were not really popular. And our church did not have one.
My Grandmother called us to see if we wanted pizza (she was just a few dorrs away), but we did not hear the phone, we were watching the hat man... Grandma did get an answer on the phone. It was a mans voice but not the priest, and it said Father Burton was not home...
Grandma and Grandpa decided to come over and check things out, and ran right over. They got to us, but it seemed everything was over. We were all kinda scared and they stayed with us until the Priest and his wife got home.
When they returned they told uss this kind of thing happened all the time.
They said pillows would float sometimes. Candles would blow out... Just all kinds of stuff.
They tried to cleanse the church and church house, but wound up asking to be transfered to another parish.
The next Priest had the same trouble.
Now there is yet another new Priest, I am interested in seeing what will happen next.
My Aunt and the priests were recently contacted by someone involved in Chicago Ghost Stories, but I don't know if they were ever interviewed.
This is my only ghost story. It is true. (I don't see things, not on drugs, not drunk, never been abducted, and I do believe Elvis is dead...So please don't think I am some wacko...
Ummm.... and you're not a "girl" anymore?... Just commenting to your opening sentence... lol.. .
