True Ghost Stories

Ghost of the San Francisco hotel

May 19, 2014 |  0 comments
Image Credit: sxc.hu Five or so years back when I was about 13, my brother, mom and dad and I stayed at an old hotel in San Fransisco for a night before departing on a cruise ship the next day. It was a very small room, with two fold out beds. My younger brother and I shared a bed and my mom and dad shared one as well. The foot of each bed extended toward each other, leaving perhaps a foot or two in between. Anyhow, we were all sound asleep in the middle of the night, when, to my memory, my little brother and I awoke suddenly and simultaneously, both extremely cold.We began to fight over the sheets and blankets when we both became aware of my father, awake in a panicked state. He quickly told us: "go back to sleep, now!" At first, it didnt seem out of the ordinary, as we had a long day ahead of us. We all fell back asleep and slept peacefully through the night. The next morning, we left with no mention of us waking up.

That afternoon, my dad talked to me alone and explained that he woke up in the middle of the night at the hotel and saw a large man wearing a flannel shirt standing between our beds facing him directly. Upon the man's arrival, my dad explained that my brother and I woke up and began fighting for blankets, at which time he told us to return to sleep. The man had disappeared as soon as we woke up. I froze in fear when he told me this, knowing that he was never a believer in ghosts. He proceeded to tell me that I must not tell my younger brother or my mom about what happened.

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