It's Freaking Haunted!

Ok, so here's the scoop. I'm sitting out in my driveway tonight discussing various ghost stories in relation to this particular Army Post, and I gotta say I'm a little freaked out by this kind of paranormal activity.

I can handle the idea of telekinesis, psychic phenomenon and even alien occurences (I figure if something wants to come billions of light years to probe my rear, they must really like me lol)but the idea that the spirit of a pissed off ghost watching me shower scares the woowoo outta me.

Those who know me personally have all seen the picture and heard this story 1000s of times and it still freaks me out to tell the following story. About a year ago, I am setting up my new webcam when it snaps a pic. Not paying much attention I go about my business. Later that night after I get done speaking to my husband via webcam the album was open. So...I see the picture that was snapped. Keep in mind, I was sitting alone in my room, in front of the computer. There was what obviously appears to be a young male facing me. When I say obvious, I mean OBVIOUS. You can not only make out the head, the ears and the sweater he was wearing, but I can tell you the haircut.

So, after I finish freaking out and contacting everybody I know in a panic, my friends all offer to let me stay with them but only after a good spiritual cleansing and possible exorcism. Eventually it becomes a humorous tale after we decide the ghost is obviously madly in love with me and wants me to have his little ghost babies. (I know it's a leap, but it helps me sleep at night without rosary).

As I'm doing a little research ie..Google. I come across several sites dedicated to hauntings in my area. THIS PLACE IS FREAKING HAUNTED! I mean every housing area on post has a different spooky story. Half of my neighbors have complained about something watching them. We've all had little oddities that can't be explained. You can't tell me it was all because of the Deployment Gnome! (I have my other issues with that little b@#$@^*). But my favorite revelation, is probably the smell of acetone. After numerous doctor visits, scans, neurologist etc.. we couldn't figure out why I keep smelling nail polish remover. Well...thank to Google, I know know its due to a ghost attaching itself to me. THANKS GOOGLE!

My ghost appears to be a friendly ghost, kinda like Casper, only not as talkative. If I start hearing voices, I think it may be time to pack up and move on to future breakdowns. I've come accustomed to my visitor. Not so much that I don't freak out going down the stairs at night, but there is a part of me that will miss him/her/them when I leave.

Until then, atleast Tricare covers therapy.