First Ghost

Most people do not believe in Ghost until they have met one. The first Ghost I saw was when I was about 9 years old. I was at church at Saint Martin of Tours, (Bethpage, N.Y) with my family. My father and mother and my two brothers. We were lucky enough to have a seat but there were people standing along the wall. I made eye contact with the ancient looking fellow who had on a suit which looked like it was from another era. He had grey hair and a thick gray beard and bright blue eyes. I wanted to let him sit down next to me so he would not have to stand. I began to scoot over to push my brothers and my parents closer together so there would be space for the old man. Reluctanty, they all moved over while I was saying I wanted to make space for the old man. Each of them mumbled "what old man," but I ignored them. The old fellow sat next to me and thanked me for the seat. During the service I would turn and look at him sitting next to me and wonder what his life experiences were and how old he was. When the service was over I wanted to talk with him before we left. To my surprise he was gone. Just dissapeared while sitting right next to me. I looked all around but he was no where to be seen. After the service my parents quized me on why I had made everyone move over as they never saw the man sitting next to me! I just wrote it off as another life experience for me.
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