[Haunted]

My bro has seen a ghost. It happened when I was very small. The whole family was upstairs doing a pretty usually deep cleaning of my room. My bro was out in the hall looking down the stairs while we were in the bedroom. He called out to my dad, and my dad came out, nonchalantly asking, "what's up?" "What do you need?" and my bro seemed puzzled. After a minute or so, he said he'd swore he'd seen a man in a black and white checkered flannel shirt coming up the stairs.

Another incident with him occurred after my paternal grandfathered died. My brother was swimming in the ocean at my aunts place on N. Myrtle Beach (my aunt being my paternal aunt). When he got out of the water and looked towards the condo, he saw my paternal grandfather standing on the balcony looking over the ocean. My grandfather turned and disappeared.

I've tried to prod my brother on these matters, but he can be a bit of a bear. At only one time in my questioning has he ever indicated that these were not his only experiences. I having a feeling he's one of those people that can see ghosts, maybe not all of the time, but occasionally. I hope one day he gets schnockered enough to give me some other stories.

I mean, there's got to be more people in our family besides my grandmother (again, paternal and Cherokee) and myself that has some occult abilities.

Since I mentioned my grandmother I'll tell you her story. She had a son that died of pneumonia before even my dad was born. One night, after my aunts and uncles and dad had all grown up, she was sitting in her living room with my grandfather. She happened to look up and see the back profile of a man. He turned to the side. She said she knew that it was her dead son as he would have been if he'd had grown up. She told me that he favored my dad.

Her father and brothers were standing outside of their childhood home one afternoon shooting the poop. They hadn't heard the news that their next door neighbor had just died that day. As they were rounding into the side yard to go back inside, they were met with a headless ghost dressed in the clothes of their neighbor. Once inside, they learned of his death.

I appreciate tales of places that are haunted. However, I love stories that are passed down within families.l