A Party That Never Ends

I'm back after such a long absence. Hello everyone on YGS! It's been years! Last time I published a story here I was a teenager and I never really came back to write other stories, even though I've had a few more experiences since then.

This story is more just a small little thing that happened. It's nothing big or dramatic, I just think it's an interesting thing to see on a seemingly average day.

I was in New York City and going on a haunted tour where you walk around and hear ghost stories from your tour guide. Being into all things supernatural, I was loving hearing all these reports of spooky activity in the older parts of the city. We heard about terrible murders and the restless spirits that wander around the site of it to this day, we even saw one of the oldest graveyards in the city- I actually didn't see anything here but took pictures and I'm fairly certain you can see some ghostly faces looking out at us through the gates.

But it was on the famous Gay Street that I saw something. This street had been famous mainly in the 1920s because the mayor of the city (who was a big party animal) had a mistress who lived there and they would have parties there a lot. There have been reports of people seeing a man in a top hat strutting down the street with a cane, just as the actual mayor did in his life. How extra, I love it (haha)!

When I got to Gay Street, and heard all these things, I was quite excited. I love the 20s as a time period and I've heard a lot about this particular mayor so honestly, I was expecting to see him taking a casual stroll towards me. I didn't, of course. But I did see something else. When I turned to get another look at the house they had all used to party so often in, after looking around the street, I saw as clear as anything, an arm in the window.

It was bent at an angle like it was dancing, almost like that "Walk Like an Egyptian" dance with the very clear turned out wrist movement. It also looked like a shadow or a silhouette, which I thought was kind of strange but it was incredibly clear despite that. I just saw the arm moving a bit for what was probably just a couple of seconds and then when I went to tell someone else I'd seen it, I looked back and it was gone.

I never really get scared when I see things like this, it's more like an excited feeling most of the time so I was kind of hyped up about it all. I took lots of pictures of the house from the outside but I didn't see any arms or anything. I thought I might've seen an orb but I think it was just the way the light was reflecting.

However, a couple of months later I was showing my friend some pictures and telling her the story when she said she could see something. She zoomed in to the top floor window of the house and slightly faintly I could see what appeared to be a man's face looking out at where I would've been standing. He looked like some sort of captain and was wearing that sort of hat. We checked all the photos and he's actually on most of them, moving around a bit because of the angle, I suppose. It's so weird because I had looked at those pictures so many times and I hadn't seen anything at all. I guess sometimes you need a fresh set of eyes to find things when you're too immersed in looking for an arm.

I sometimes wonder how many spirits there are in that house and why they chose to stay there. Honestly, if I could spend my afterlife having a big party night after night, I think I would too. Seems like a very "of the day" way of doing things. I didn't get a feeling that there was anything bad in the house, either. It just seems like a big party that never has to end.