I've shared my experiences that occurred in my childhood home in Lisle, IL. Ghost Farmer and Ghost Farmer two. Yet, after all these years there has been an incident that has stuck with me more than the 'farmer" or anything else. It may not be paranormal, but just recalling it makes me wonder.
Some background. Between my house and our next store neighbour was a school path. It went from the beginning of our driveway, past our house and stopped at the end of our back neighbours house, then turned into a crosswalk. It continued past two more houses, and then led to the elementary school and Jr. High. It was common for kids, joggers and elderly people to walk on the school path during the school year and summer.
The summer before my senior year of high school (I was 17) I spent a lot of time outside. I had thought I could garden a little, but alas I don't have a green thumb.
I was outside a lot that summer planting, watering, or just sitting outside when I started to notice a boy who looked about my age walking down the school path around the same time. He looked like he was approaching from the cul-de-sac across the street (3 ranch style homes sat there) this was after 12 noon, so I'd say around 1pm.
The first time I saw him, I was in the front yard watering. I barely noticed him. But I did take note of what he was wearing. A black fedora type hat, back sweatshirt, black pants and black shoes. He walked with his head down. He didn't walk quickly, but he didn't linger. I gave him no real thought. Just another kid using the school path.
For about a week around the same time he would walk by. I was normally outside. The second major event was when I decided I would finally talk to him. Now, bare in mind I was a single, seventeen year old girl. My hormones were probably raging and "hey it's a boy from the neighbourhood". I waited in the backyard by a flowerbed we had. Like clock work, he came walking by around 1pm. He walked past me and I went "Hey". He stopped and turned. When he looked up at me I nearly made a mess of myself. He was stone cold white. Not white make up but pale. He was paler than me. His lips were a light pinkish hue and his eyes! His eyes were really something else. In the brief second he looked at me, I could see they looked vacant. Or dead. I know it sounds corny/cliché but I still get taken back thinking about it. He said nothing to me. Turned around and continued.
The combination of rejection/fear of what I had just seen sent me inside. I couldn't bring myself to go outside anymore. At least not around 1pm. My father took notice of this and asked me why I had given up the plants. I explained I had an "awkward" encounter with someone on the sidewalk. My dad, being protective at the time wanted to know whom it was. I told him some kid across the street. I told him maybe from one of the cul-de-sac houses. My dad went "huh". He was under the impression that maybe someone had moved there recently. This impression because, one house had elderly people, the second house had teenage daughters and the third was vacant. I asked why it was vacant. My dad said the last people to live there was a family that had one teenage son. Apparently, the parents came home one night and found that the teenage son had hung himself in the garage. After this they moved and the house (to my dad's knowledge and looks wise) remains empty.
Like I said, I didn't go outside much anymore. I saw the boy a few more times (while I peeked though a kitchen window) walking by. Same black attire. My senior year started and I became busy. Flash forward to me at age 20.
I was home helping my parents pack up the house. I was driving though the old neighbourhood. I was at a 4-way stop intersection that was near the Jr. High. I was the only car there at the moment. It was dark out, but still light enough to see. I was looking to my left and right. No cars, I took off. I looked in my review mirror as I drove through the intersection. There "he" was. Same outfit. Head down. I nearly drove off the road.
Now I realize this could have been a real teenage boy. The dark clothes/appearance could have been a Goth phase. That is the logical thinking. Honestly, since I saw his face that day, I've thought otherwise. I'm 24yrs old now and still think about it.
Our house is long gone. Our old neighbours gone. But I wonder if this "kid" is still there.
Thanks for comments and have a great day. Sorry about the length of this post
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