A Personal Account of A Ghost Story

Most people don't believe, if you ask them most of them have never had an experience with the unknown. When I was a child I use to listen to the tall tales of my mother, she was older than most mothers, in her 50s, my sister and I were adopted. She would be talking to someone else of course when we overheard, because from where she came from children didn't get involved in grown peoples conversations!. Anyway we were in Georgia, and I was about 10 or 11 and my family and I had just went to visit a friend of my mothers, that lived down this long country road. It was one of those houses that sat way back out of the way with a great big corn field in front of it.
My mother and her friend were sitting on her friends porch, and we were also there. It must have been about 9 or 10 o'clock at night, when the dogs started crying, when I say crying, I mean crying, and yelping, and moaning, and whatever else they could do to show something was bothering them! Well I remember my sister asking my momma, "Momma why are the dogs Yelping", The answer we received makes the hair on my neck stand up when every I remember, she says and I quote " Oh thats just a hank". (Hank!... just a Hank ???), she said, not knowing to this day that, that she scarred the (@#%&), out of me and my sister.

What are Hanks?, some people ask., Well to my understanding they are witches and or dead people that come ride your back in the middle of the night!, Hanks are spirits that like to touch you with no purpose at all but to drift along. Do you believe ?, I sure do, Because I know I am not crazy, and I know I have been kissed, slapped, and pinched before, and I was not a sleep!

When I was 17, I went with my boyfriend to Virginia, He was doing his 1st year in the Navy., And of course we shared a hotel room although my mother forbid it, anyway, he still had to go to the bass and work that morning after I arrived, it was about 6 am or so., well I wished he would not go, but after saying goodbye, I settled back into my nice motel room bed. It was completely dark in that room, actually it was completely dark outside! Well, I was so happy to be there, it didn't bother me one bit, because I was going to sleep for a while, then go to the diner that was attached to the motel, and just chill out until my man came back!

I swear to this day, and few people believe me, that as I was lying there the bed started to shake, it was the kind of shake, like when you want someone to wake up, as the bed started to shake I opened my eyes, and I heard this voice, it was a deep voice and the voice was calling someone, the name was Bea or Bee, it was saying in a steady slow tone Beeeeeee!......Beeeeee! as if that was my name, and to my horror I was wide a wake!, Tears weld up in my eyes because I was scarred to death! and I yelled out my boyfriends name, I knew I had locked the door and put the chain on, but I was hoping that he miraculously came back in, although I knew that was impossible. Anthony!.......Anthony!...... is that you!.... then I said OH MY God!! as the tears filled my eyes I reached out and turned the lamp on, I don't know how I found it, but I did, and then I did not move for a long time, my body was frozen, the voice had stopped, but I felt that there was someone in the room with me.........and I literally could not move., finally the air got lighter in the room and I forced myself to get up and let me tell you, I was was crying like a baby wanting his bottle!!!
I checked every room slowly and carefully, and finally when I calmed down I called my mother sobbing! I told her what happened, and she told me that I had no business in Virginia in the first place!
Well after she told me to locate the bible in the room, and place a knife under my pillow, I Still didn't feel safe, safer but not safe, after about an hour I felt it again that same presence and I cried again!, I got on my clothes and left that room as fast as I could! and did not go back in that room, until my boyfriend came back from work!!!. I refused to stay in that room another night!

Are these Hanks and spirits real ? yes they are. Are ghost real ? yes, There are so many things in this universe that we don't believe, but somehow I believe they believe in us, they contact us, they talk to us and they want to be us.
I know because it happened to me, again.... and again, maybe I am sensitive to them....... maybe.