{"id":444,"date":"2012-12-08T01:23:58","date_gmt":"2012-12-08T09:23:58","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.texastortillafactory.com\/blog\/?p=444"},"modified":"2013-06-25T03:01:55","modified_gmt":"2013-06-25T11:01:55","slug":"ghost-sighting","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/www.texastortillafactory.com\/blog\/ghost-sighting\/","title":{"rendered":"Ghost Sighting"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>My Ghost from May 20, 2008, in the Texas Hill Country.<\/p>\n<p>It was late at night, around 2 am. I had just been outside photographing the moon. I came back to my room and was reviewing the photos I had just taken when this rush of cool air came over me. The only light I had on was a lamp on the bedside table. I felt a presence, so I looked toward the door of the room. Not seeing anything but feeling something or someone was there, I aimed the camera at the door and snapped a shot.<\/p>\n<p>The camera&#8217;s screen went black and the camera itself locked up. I could do nothing with it. I took the battery out and put it back in and it finally allowed me to turn it off. Then after turning it back on I found this picture in my camera.<br \/>\n<!--more--><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><center><img decoding=\"async\" loading=\"lazy\" title=\"UNIVAC_1050-II\" alt=\"\" src=\"http:\/\/texastortillafactory.com\/Blog_Images\/MyGhost_May_2008.jpg\" width=\"640\" height=\"429\" \/><\/center>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Oh yeah, goose bumps big time. Heck, I have them now as I type.<\/p>\n<p>Strange indeed.<\/p>\n<p>Do I believe in Ghost? Well now I do. The place I was staying at was out in the Texas Hill country, and had been rented a few times before. After asking around I found out that a young couple had lived here. The woman officially committed suicide, but other stories indicate that the Husband lost it one evening and killed her. If either are true I could understand this lost soul roaming around the house at night. Maybe she died around 2 am, I do not know.<\/p>\n<p>All I do know is that the following nights I would wake up and feel this same presence I had before. Each time it was a very creepy feeling, keeping me up and awake until dawn would break. I finally spoke to it, and in so many words, said that it really needed to move on because there was nothing for it here in my world.<\/p>\n<p>After doing this for a few days I did not awake or feel the presence of this individual again.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>__________<\/p>\n<p>The Poppadillo Blog, is the blog page for the\u00a0<a href=\"http:\/\/www.texastortillafactory.com\">Texas Tortilla Factory website<\/a>, and its stories have been written by Mike Vauthier, and Administratively Approved Authors.<\/p>\n<p><center><a href=\"http:\/\/creativecommons.org\/licenses\/by-nc-nd\/3.0\/\" rel=\"license\"><img decoding=\"async\" alt=\"Creative Commons License\" src=\"http:\/\/i.creativecommons.org\/l\/by-nc-nd\/3.0\/88x31.png\" \/><\/a><\/center>This work is licensed under a\u00a0<a href=\"http:\/\/creativecommons.org\/licenses\/by-nc-nd\/3.0\/\" rel=\"license\">Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-NoDerivs 3.0 Unported License<\/a>.<\/p>\n<p>__________<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>My Ghost from May 20, 2008, in the Texas Hill Country. It was late at night, around 2 am. I had just been outside photographing the moon. I came back to my room and was reviewing the photos I had just taken when this rush of cool air came over me. The only light I [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":[],"categories":[3],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.texastortillafactory.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/444"}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.texastortillafactory.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.texastortillafactory.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.texastortillafactory.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.texastortillafactory.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=444"}],"version-history":[{"count":6,"href":"http:\/\/www.texastortillafactory.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/444\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":707,"href":"http:\/\/www.texastortillafactory.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/444\/revisions\/707"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.texastortillafactory.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=444"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.texastortillafactory.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=444"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.texastortillafactory.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=444"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}