☠️ghost story #4:
When I was very young, I would say around age 4 or 5, I went into my mother and fathers bedroom to see what I could find. Being a curious little girl, I reached up onto the dresser and grabbed my mothers lipstick. I sloppily drew on my lips and stepped back from the dresser to take a look at my work.
Just then, out of her dresser came a pack of wolves. Their ghostly faces swirled around me as I screamed in terror. They had no bodies. Just glowing red eyes and voices that filled me with fear.. They howled loudly and barked with anger. I screamed louder, shut my eyes, and fell to the floor.
Next thing I knew, my mother was there picking me up and asking what I had just gotten into as well as why I was screaming. The air was clear, I didn’t feel or see any sign of a wolf or danger....I had no idea what to tell my mom and am unsure if I really said anything at all.
This is one ghost story, that I myself will never understand.... when ghosts are not in human form is it more than just a ghost?