The Ghost in My Yard


I fully believe in ghosts, I would never deny that. I have a hard time believing that there is anything that could never exist, especially in relation to the afterlife. We simply do not know enough about what happens to our soul for anyone to tell me that it is not possible.


But there is only one time that I vividly remember thinking that there was a ghost around me, and I was admittedly at a very young age. I was probably in 2nd or 3rd grade (meaning I was 7 or 8 years old) and I lived in this very country neighborhood. Everywhere around us were woods and our closest neighbors were about 2 acres away.


But across from us were straight up woods with a railroad not far, and I remember that just at the entrance of the woods were these 2 long holes that seemed that I always thought looked like something had gotten stuck long ago and had since been removed. Honestly, it was probably a car because you could tell they tried to get out of the situation but it just went further in and it was a gradual thing. Like it started at one spot and got deeper throughout.


That sounds super weird but I don’t have any pictures and this specific location is very important to the story. Honestly, it always fascinated me that this existed. I wanted to know what caused it and none of the neighborhood kids knew what it was and neither did their parents, many of which had lived in the neighborhood since they were children themselves. They said it had always just been there and honestly, I spent a lot of time just examining it. Trying to figure it out.


I was admittedly a weird kid but I also had some of the weirdest experiences while I was standing there, playing in the holes or trying to fish out the frogs that had migrated over there after a storm. But I would randomly just hear my name in an unrecognizable voice, at first I would be convinced that it was my mother calling for me and I would all the way back to the house and go inside to ask if she had called for me but that was never the case.


Usually, it was just my name being called and after some time, I really did become convinced that there was a ghost there. After hearing about wagons, I came under the conclusion that somebody was driving a wagon and it got stuck and people passed away, mind you, I was a young kid and didn’t realize the unlikelihood of this.


However, it wasn’t just my name being called. Sometimes I would hear questions. Like “Do you want to play?” or something like that and each and every time, I would look around for the source of the voice only to never find it.


But yeah, I imagine I was probably just imagining it now. While I do believe in ghosts, I’m not so sure that this was one. But it’s the only notable story that I could think of.


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Sabrina Ingram

Hello, my name is Sabrina Ingram. I am the author of The White Butterfly and The Girl in the Cage. You can find me on my website ( where I talk about writing, books, personal things, and much more!

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