Ghost Stories-Personal Encounters
by Meagan B
(E. Peoria, IL, USA)
What I'm about to share with you is 100% the truth, let's begin my story.
My boyfriend and I were living with my mother and step father at their house for awhile. We had the basement for our living quarters. My boyfriend plays bass guitar and has two electric bass guitars.
One night we were lying in bed, just cuddling & being cute when his electric bass guitar sounded off a note. Now if you know anything about guitars you'll know an electric bass guitar needs to be plugged into an amp to make any sound at all.
Now here's the kicker. That guitar was laying flat on the floor, the amp was across the basement, nowhere near our room. The note that sounded was second string down, fifth fret in. We tried everything to recreate the noise. We threw stuff at it, we hit it, we tried everything. The only way to recreate it was by playing that note.
Now in my apt, late at night, something likes to pick up a glass and drop it on the counter, this is an every night thing.