The "departure"

The story that I am about to share with you began on a Thursday, I believe it was 3/12/16. I am not a paranormal enthusiast, nor do I proclaim to have any special gifts that would explain the circumstances that found me. I do not suffer from any medical maladies such as Bi-Polar Disorder or any other Anxiety related illnesses. I am not on any medication, nor have I ever been prescribed any. I am a local Connecticut resident. I had just come home back to Connecticut after living in Florida for 14 months. I am a local Golf Professional, and found work in Florida until a, Director of Golf, position opened up in Sherman, CT. I accepted the new position, and headed back home to Connecticut during the first week of March to begin the new golf season.

I did not have an apartment lined up as I drove into Brookfield, CT. So I made arrangements for an extended stay at a local Inn and Suite until I could find a more permanent residence. The room consisted of two queen sized beds, a dresser, a computer desk, a flat screen TV and of course a full bath. All the comforts of home, and was more than I needed.

I had been back in town for a little more than a week. It was a Thursday night, and I had just got done watching TV. It was 10:00 pm, and I was ready to retire for the night. I had washed up, brushed my teeth, and climbed under the covers. The room was dark except for the front door lights casting partially into the hallway. I like to have a night light somewhere in the room so that when I get up at night I can see where I am going. The night light is the kind that turns off automatically when natural light is introduced into the room. So it had no On/Off switch. I am not one that needs total darkness to sleep.

Upon settling into the room the week earlier, I took the bed nearest to wall on the right hand side of the room. I plugged the night light into an electrical outlet located at the foot of the bed to my right hand side. There was the usual space between the wall, and the bed. The two beds were separated by a night stand with a lamp, and hotel directory phone. Of course the King James Bible was right in the top draw as it always is wherever we travel. Time to sleep.

When I closed my eyes, I was disturbed by an object that floated under my eye lids. Wherever my eyes fluttered the object followed. I have never experienced this before, and figured that my eyes may still be adjusting from the light in the bathroom mirror. The object was very precise. It was in the shape of a square, and was made up of 4 colors. The simplest way to describe it is that it looked similar to the Micro Soft Computer logo? The colors were cubed inside the square with white, red, blue, and green. I will later consider this as a way of being sought out as a possible candidate for what would follow the next day.

This object in my eye was getting annoying because it was interrupting my falling asleep. I tried to roll over into different positions hoping for it to clear out of my eyes. After several minutes the disturbance went away, and I was able to sleep. I never would have given a second thought to that experience if it was not for what occurred the next evening.

The following evening was Friday, and I retired to bed in my usual fashion at about 10:00 pm. As I talk about time, please understand that I wear my watch 24/7 even in the shower. At exactly 2:45 am, I was awakened by some sort of disturbance. I cannot describe how I awoke, but it was not a noise. It more like an awareness.

I was on my back when I opened my eyes. And, what I saw to my right side between the bed, and the wall was a ghost that had risen up from the floor, and showed himself to me from about waist high up to his head. He was translucent, but in color. I try never to be one that panics in any situation. However, this was very startling. I thought I recognized the ghost from a previous job that I had years earlier. He looked just like "Bill" that I had known, and was friends with. The ghost had red hair, and fair skin to match. I estimated his age to be in his 40's. He had a pleasant look on his face, and let me know that he was not there to harm me.

He began to point at the wall at the foot of my bed. He wanted me to focus my attention there. At this point I said "Bill, if that is you go back to where you came from! The ghost then put on a sad face in humor, and then sunk back into the floor. I then turned the lights on, and called the front desk. I asked the woman, on night shift, if she knew of any reports from the hotel guests reporting any paranormal activity? She said "no", and asked me what was happening? As I explained, she said that she does believe in spirits, and that it sounded like the ghost was trying to show me something. I agreed, and said goodnight. I was now faced with a decision. Do I get in my car, and leave or should I stay? Since it was 20 degrees outside, and I had nowhere to go, I decided to stay.

With a renewed sense of confidence, I turned off the light, and laid back down in the bed. I announced to the ghost, "Billy, if that is you, then come back to see me". Nothing happened, so I began to think that maybe I just imagined everything. I am a side sleeper so I rolled over on to my left side hoping to go back to sleep.

Within the next few moments, the scariest thing that I had ever experienced occurred. While laying on my left side, I received 3 taps on my right thigh. As I bolted upward, and gasped, there was the ghost. This time standing next to the bed, again pointing at the wall. Now, I was in a different frame of mind. I did not believe that ghosts could touch you, and that you could feel it. But, still the ghost was calm, and somehow assured me that he meant no harm. He was friendly.

Still not wanting to believe that this was really happening, I laid back down again, and closed my eyes. The next thing that happened made me realize that this was not my imagination. You know that in the dark you can detect a presence of light even when your eyes are closed. Well, at that moment, and with my eyes closed, I noticed the room got darker. When I opened my eyes, my nightlight was not on. I got up figuring "what now"? It must have burned out. So I got up, and walked around to the foot of the bed. I ran my hand against the wall to find the electrical outlet where the nightlight was plugged in. I found the outlet, but there was no nightlight. I looked behind me, and sitting on top of the dresser was the nightlight.

Well, that was enough convincing for me. I succumbed myself to the situation realizing that the ghost was not leaving until it was done with me. So, I laid back down with one hand under the covers, and one behind my head. I now allowed the ghost to run the show. Remember, he was pleasant to me, and was trying to gain my trust. And, I gave it to him. But, for what?

In just a few moments the event really began. My "Host" Ghost made his next appearance by traveling through the wall between the beds. What he was showing me was quite astonishing. He appeared between the beds working out on an exercise machine that you would find in a gym. He was now dressed in a red tank top with white shorts. He was also wearing a sweat band. As he came through the wall I stood up to greet him. He looked panicked, and immediately retreated back into the wall. It was at that moment that I realized that I had gotten too close. So, I laid back down again, and that is where I stayed. He then came right back out, and began to exercise his biceps. With a smile on his face, he stood before me and bulged his enormous muscles for me. I later understood the message he was relaying to me. I will share it with you at the end.

Up to this point, he was the only one that I thought was in the room. With the nightlight removed, I could not see the bed on the other side of the room because of the darkness. After the exercise routine, another ghost presented itself to me. She was an Asian woman. I would say that she was in her mid 60's. She was translucent, not in color. I could not hear her voice either, but I could easily read her lips. She knelt down beside me, and asked me if it was alright that she sit so close. I said that "it was ok". I made the mistake of giving her the "thumbs up" sign.

She immediately began to cry, and thought I gave her the "finger". I read her lips, and that is what she thought she saw. I felt terrible, and tried to explain, but she went away sad to the dark side of the room. In the next moment another female Asian ghost presented herself to the side of my bed. She appeared to be in her late 40's. For whatever reason I felt that they were mother, and daughter. The ghost said, "you cannot do that to us". I responded, "I did not give her the "finger", I gave her a "thumbs up". I asked if she would please come back? The elder ghost did return to the side of the bed, still with tears in her eyes. I showed her once again the "thumbs up" sign. This time she moved very close to my hand so she could see better. I still don't think she believed me, and when she went to the dark side of the room, she must have told others. That's right, there were more ghosts in the room.

Whenever the other ghosts presented themselves to me, the original "Host" ghost was not present. Now, other ghosts in the room started to get brave. The next two ghosts came out from the dark, and stood next to my bed. They were two young males in about their mid to late twenties. There was something wrong with them. They looked similar like brothers. They each wore plastic frame glasses. They were bad ghosts. Maybe they came to taunt me because they were told that I gave the "finger" to the elder Asian ghost? I do not know, but they came to taunt me. I still had my left arm under the covers. They stood next to me and asked me, "if I was j_ _ _ _ _ _ _ off? They were each making the usual gesture at me. They were trying to intimidate me. I simply smiled, and nodded my head yes. These two ghosts were examples of bad humans in life. I do not know why, but I felt that they did some horrible things to people while alive, and may have been sentenced to death in prison. They did not succeed in shaking me so they went back to the dark side of the room.

Next, two other ghosts let me see them. They stayed a little further away. They were both woman. For whatever reason, they chose to present themselves as circus clowns, and even turning that part of the room into a circus environment. It only lasted a few moments, and they returned to the dark side of the room. At this point, there seemed to be a slight break in the action. A couple of ghosts appeared to me. They stayed further away, and I could only see their outline. They appeared to be talking to each other. This is the only time when I believe that I could actually hear the faintest whispers.

Now, my "Host" ghost reappeared, and a sort of slide show began on the wall in front of the bed. Now I understood why he wanted me to look at the wall, and why he needed the nightlight removed. The pictures that were being shown to me were of tropical lagoons, pretty places, even golf courses. I became aware that he was showing me where they were going. A new ghost appeared at the side of my bed. She was in color like the "host". She was pleasant looking. She wore red plastic frame glasses, and appeared to be in her 50's. She was carrying a small pillow. On the pillow was a pair of glasses. She presented the pillow to me, and wanted me to put on the glasses. I guess it was so that I could better see the slide show on the wall. In all she brought me two pair of glasses.

Things took a slight change for the worse in the following moments. Soon the nice images that were being shown to me turned bad. I began to be shown graveyards. Two male ghosts that had not shown themselves to me yet, were dressed as police officers. They stayed on the darker side of the room, and were pushing a jail cell towards me. They told me to get in. So, I got out of bed, and walked towards them. They immediately went away. But, it was not over, my bed was converted into a horse drawn hearse with my view out the back of the cemetery. The same evil ghosts were chanting that "someday that's where" I'll be.

Needless to say I was not liking how things were evolving. I checked my watch, and the time was 4:30 am. Almost three hours had passed. At this time my "Host" ghost appeared to me between the beds. He was now dressed in a red, and white floral tropical shirt with white slacks. He was showing that he was dressed to go. I now understood his presence, and the symbolism of his exercising. They were there to energize themselves by being close to a human sole one last time before their trip.

When he came to the side of my bed, dressed as he was, he smiled at me. With his left hand on his hip, he extended his right hand to me. I shook his hand, but I could not feel his touch this time. He pointed to the wall for me to watch, and then he left. Other ghosts that I had not seen began to come to side of my bed. They came to say goodbye. They thanked me, and lined up. Some kissed me on the cheek, and wanted one back. A young girl was escorted to me by an older gentleman. She was probably a teenager. I could tell that she was mentally challenged in some way. She wore glasses, and her face was slightly distorted. The man was in his late 50's, and stood behind her to keep an eye on her. She kissed me on the cheek, and wanted one back. I gave her one, and as she was being led away by her chaperone, she turned back to me for another kiss. She was told that one was enough.

The room now seemed empty, and my eyes were on the wall. What happened next was the grand finale. My "Host" ghost wanted to show me how they leave. The wall turned into outer space, and I was now looking at the earth spin millions of miles away. It was now exactly 4:45 am. All at once, thousands of lights left the earth, from all the continents like fireflies, and joined up in space clustered together. Once together, they sped away to their final destination, and disappeared into eternity. I believe that was my special gift for my time.

The room was still dark, and I finally laid back down to sleep. However, there were two stragglers left behind. As I laid down I was cautious again about something still in the room. I opened my eyes, and the two evil ghosts were now dressed as burglars. They turned the mirror over the desk into a door, were trying to sneak up on me. I think they were left behind, and could not pass through. I sat up, and shouted that it was over, and to go away! They hid back into the wall. Again, they tried again to taunt me now at foot of my bed. Again, I screamed "it is all over"! "Go away with the others"! This time they left for good.

However, it still was not completely over. A tall man appeared at the foot of my bed. He was in color, and had not shown himself to me earlier. He was about 6'4" tall. He was slim and appeared to be in his mid 70's. He wore a gray rimmed hat, a white button down long sleeve shirt, and a pair of blue jeans. He did not look like he was from this time period. He looked like he was from the rural mid-west during the 1930's or 40's. Could he have been a guide?

I had a plastic container against the wall at the foot of the bed. I had some folded clean clothes in it. He bent down, and started looking through it. He looked back at me as if to ask for my approval. I sat up, and said "it's okay". He did not seem to find anything that interested him there. He then stood up and passed his hand through one of the draws in the dresser. He pulled out my blue folded facecloth. He held it to his face as if he were weeping into it or it is something earthly that he had missed for a long time. I told him to take it if he wanted. He then laid across the foot of my bed across my feet face down. He was pressing the cloth to his face. I sat up, and put my hand on his back. I could not feel him. Within the snap of a moment his body disappeared. Oddly, his blue jeans stayed as if his body was still in them. And, then in the blink of an eye they were gone too. I checked the draw to see if my facecloth was still there? It was, but there must be a ghostly rendition of it somewhere else.

That was the entire event. It lasted 3 hours. As I laid back down, I still saw scenes of graveyards with my eyes closed. I was concerned that something may have been left in my eyes? So, I got dressed, and drove myself to the emergency room to have my eyes checked. I was drained, and even a little dazed. I found myself driving in the wrong lane with oncoming early morning traffic. Luckily, I turned around, and got to the hospital. Try telling this story to the doctors on staff at this time of the morning. Obviously, they did not believe me, and thought I was crazy. They asked if I had been drinking or doing drugs. They did a blood test, and of course everything was normal. They sent me home with a prescription for an Anxiety Drug which I threw in the garbage on my way out.

I returned back to my room. The pictures on the wall had gone away, and I finally slept. I later explained this story to an expert in the field of such encounters. He has written 3 books on the topic. He has witnessed sightings, but has never heard of one that lasted this long, and with such great detail. Did I witness a final departure? Did the spirits travel to my room together? Or did they just follow each other independently, not really as group? Do they always try to find a human sole that will accept them for their last moments? Did I provide them with energy needed for their journey?

The expert that I spoke to did tell me this. I asked "why me"? He said that they were comfortable with you. And you asked them to come in. He said that I may be a doorway. He did warn me to be very careful about ever doing that again. Not all humans are good. The same is true with their ghosts. I understood.