Ghost Sightings and Ghost Stories

Jello Globs

I didn't start seeing ghosts until after my best friend's mom died. I've known her since second grade, but we were never extremely close; she was kind of like a distant great aunt to me, always there but never interfering.

After the funeral, my friend, I'll call her Wendy, used to call me over to her house at all hours of the night. Her dad worked nightshifts, and Wendy was alone in the house until about four am. Sometimes she was scared, sometimes lonely, sometimes just sad. I would slip out my window so my dogs wouldn't bark and announce my departure to my parents, (unless they had already been awakened by the phone) rush over to her house, and spend the night with her. I'd bring clothes for the next day, too, and usually I'd return after school to my own house without my parents ever knowing I was gone.

One night two years ago, when I was a freshman, Wendy called me around two am, saying there was 'something' outside her house, and wouldn't I please please please come over? It was pretty cryptic, but I was used to Wendy being weird, especially when she'd get scared in the night. I popped some clothes into a bag and hopped out my window. It was somewhere in mid-June, early enough to be relatively cool but still summery. The moon was so bright that the silver-white glow reminded me of stadium lights. I started out for Wendy's house, about a half a mile away.

Wendy's house was easy to pick out; it was the only one with all it's lights turned on. As I started up her driveway, a creepy, I'm-being-watched feeling raised the hairs on the back of my neck. I hurried up the porch steps and raised my hand to knock.

Before I could, Wendy yanked the door open and pulled me inside. She was muttering that I should 'hurry, before they come again', and pulling me, of all places, towards the bathroom at the same time.

"What the hell are you doing, Wendy? Have you gone insane?" I demanded, perhaps a little louder then normal: I was starting to feel uneasy.

"Shhh, shut up!" She hissed back. "They'll hear you!" She shut and locked the bathroom door. It was about this time that I crossed my arms and refused to speak until I got an explanation.

It turns out Wendy had chosen to take me to the bathroom because it was the only room in the house without a window. She began to describe the events prior to my arrival. She had woken up around three to a strange noise, like huge spitballs being thrown at her window, or so she said. At first she was afraid to look, but eventually she snatched back the curtains and peeked out. Several huge, wet-looking balls were sitting in the grass outside her window, looking solid, like jelly, but clear and translucent like light. She described them as 'jell-o-y'. She said that they appeared to be surrounding her house, rolling around on her lawn like big beach balls. I must have looked at her like she was crazy, so she dragged me out of the bathroom to her bedroom and pointed to the lawn. It looked like some enormous spider had woven a web on her lawn. Shiny snail-trails of some wet-looking substance patterned the grass like giant snail trails. Her window looked like someone had sneezed the mother of all sneezes on it.

After seeing those, I immediately decided the bathroom was the place to be. We sat in there and sang songs to pass the time. Eventually, around three, claustrophobia and boredom helped us overcome our fear. We slipped out of the bathroom to the dining room, where we could peer out her huge picture window. A clear, jelly-like blob sat in the grass immediately outside it.

It's very hard to explain. I only saw it a second before we both turned and fled to the safety of her bathroom. It was about two feet in diameter, I'd say, glowing limey white like a glow in the dark bit of slime. It was shiney, too, like it was wet, and vibrating a little. It didn't do anything; just sat there, but there was no way I would hae gone outside to investigate. It gave me the same feeling one gets when looking at a tiger in a cage at the zoo: no one is afraid to look from the outside, but not many people would care to go inside the cage to get to know eachother better.

At any rate, Wendy and I sat in the bathroom until her father came home. He escorted me back to my house, and a few months after that, Wendy moved to Dublin. We don't speak much anymore.