John (29:09)
I'm just looking at him, and we're not breaking eye contact. I'm still walking, and we're just eye to eye, and he's not moving. I'm, you know, continuing about my way because I don't want to stop. He had this. This look in his eyes that he just. He looked shocked. I was there. He looked scared of me. And at the same time, I was, you know, really scared the crap out of me. I just wanted to run for it. I also was, like, kind of worried for him because he had this look in his eyes, and his eyes were pretty clear. Like, there wasn't any color to his eyes, but you could very much tell, like, he looked scared. Almost kind of like a kid. Like, if. I don't know if you guys have ever come across a kid at a mall or like a county fair that can't find their parents, but they just. They look terrified. They look like they are hopeless and have no idea what to do, and they just need somebody to help them figure it out. And that was kind of the. The sense I got from the look in this kid's eyes. I'm looking him in the eyes and I just. I can just tell he's scared. And I. I mean, I'm also scared, obviously, and I don't want to accept it. So I. I keep walking and I jar my head away. Like, I turn my neck so fast that I'm not looking at him, but for whatever reason, my first instinct was, I'm not seeing that. That's not there. That's not supposed to happen, and it's not happening. I have too much shit to do. There's no way I'm seeing that right now. Same way my parents used to do. I just dismissed it. It's like, nope, that's not happening. It's not what I think it is. I just got so freaked out that I just snapped my neck away so I didn't have to look at him anymore. And I'm still walking, and I'm telling myself that that's not real. You're not seeing that. That's not supposed to be there. There's not supposed to Be this weird, translucent little boy on the stairs in this Airbnb you're staying in. And I, you know, I start realizing, like, that's actually really stupid. Like, there's no way you didn't see that. You know, what you saw? You just made eye contact with this. This little kid. So I keep walking, but I turn my head back and he's still staring at me, like, right in my eyes. And he's kind of slowly creeping backwards. Like, it seems like almost like he's hoping I didn't see him and he's trying to sneak back up the stairs. It seems like, in the way that little kids are, like, a little awkward with their movements, especially when they're moving fast. He turned pretty quick, but then he took steps. And like I said, I couldn't see his feet, but I could see his knees lift, like he was walking. And I could see most of his legs, but anything kind of below, like. Like the height of each individual stair, I couldn't really see that. So kind of his. His ankle down just like, wasn't there. And he just kind of went up two or three more stairs, and he was turning his body, but he didn't take his eyes off of me the whole time. And he was definitely, you know, like, not comfortable moving quickly yet. It very much felt like he was, like, praying I hadn't seen him somehow, and he was going to try to just sneak out of sight before I did see him or before I could get to him. And, you know, maybe two or three steps up, he's. There was a window, and as soon as he got into the. The sunlight of that window, he just kind of was gone. Like, almost like the light kind of like. I don't know, it sounds weird, but the light, like, erased him, you know, when he. When he got into that sunlight and just kind of kind of faded away, it was a quick fade. It wasn't like a. Like a slow fade, you know, it was like, literally as he. As his left shoulder turned and kind of crossed the sunlight coming through the window, that disappeared. And the rest of him followed as he crossed the window. And once he disappeared, I think that's when it actually sank in for me that I did see that, because I had turned and ran. I booked it right out the back door, right past the dryer with my laundry in it, and I just sat out there, you know, I slammed the door behind me. I ran down the driveway, out to the curb on the main street, and I just kind of sat on the sidewalk there by myself for probably like a good 10, 15 minutes just processing that, because that. That was not anything like what I'd seen before. You know, I hadn't seen anything like that since I was a kid. I'm sitting out, you know, on the. On the sidewalk for probably a good 10, 15 minutes, kind of remembering, you know, the things I saw as a kid and, you know, remembering all the times I. I saw something that I could not rationalize. But I know it was there. It was very much there. And I think part of me didn't want to accept what I had just seen or accept that it might be something similar to what I saw as a kid, because that means it's all real. You know, I had kind of gotten to the point in my adult life and as a teenager where I went along with my parents and gaslighting myself with that. I was like, no, it's not real. It's just. It didn't happen. You know, if. And if I have to accept that that's real, then what else is real? And I'm sitting there thinking, you know, I. I have to go to work. I have to go inside. I'm doing laundry for Julia, and I got to get that done. I got to finish my hair, and I got to. I got to do all this with a little boy in the house, a little ghost boy in the house. And I don't know what he wants, but he sure looks scared. So maybe I don't need to be scared. I'm going to try to go back in the house. You know, I slowly kind of peel myself up off the sidewalk. I start walking towards the house, and I really don't want to go back in. And I'm maybe five steps from getting in the door. And then I just replayed the moment I came down the hall or came out of the door and made eye contact with him. Just how scared he looked. And I realized I'm probably fine. I don't think there's any danger here. And for all I know, me being in the house might. I. I don't know how. I don't really know what I was thinking it would possibly do, but maybe me being in the house is a good thing for this kid. You know, maybe it tells him he's not supposed to be here anymore or something. I don't know. But I. I once I got to the back door, I stood. I just stood there facing the back door for probably five minutes before I just threw the door open and I just told him, you know, I just yelled out, I'm Coming in, everything's fine. Don't run. And just finished getting ready and, you know, got dressed, turned everything off. Actually, the first thing I did when I got inside was turn off the music. I think that was the only thing going. So I just turned the music off, and I kind of listened to the house for a couple minutes just to see if I heard anything else, any movement or anything, and just as quietly as I could, took everything out of the dryer, got ready for work, and just got out of the house as fast as I could and went outside to wait for my ride to work. I walk into work, and our. Our manager, Dan, he's just, you know, this big, you know, big man's man. He's a nice guy. He's playful, he's goofy, you know, always. Always down to chop it up. And I thought I looked fine. You know, I didn't think I looked like had just seen something or experienced anything. Maybe a little sweaty because it was like 100 degrees out. But I walk into the. I walk into the back of the house at the restaurant, and he says, john, you all right, man? You look like you just saw a ghost. And I just stared at him, and I didn't know what to say. I. I'm fine. Yeah, I'm gonna go clock in. Probably the most comedic timing. That's the best comedic timing that's ever happened to me personally. I actually did not tell anybody until the last day when Julia and I were on our way to the airport in the morning, because literally that night, actually, the night that I saw the little boy, Julia got really freaked out in the house when she was there alone. And I was planning to tell her, but I think maybe it may be a little selfishly, but also, you know, you got to know your people. I figured there's no danger. You know, he looked terrified. He didn't look like he was going to do anybody harm. I just decided not to tell her until we were out of that house and didn't have to go back. I definitely. Once I. Once I had gotten to work the night that I. The night that I saw him, you know, it wasn't very busy. It was a pretty small town, so this restaurant wasn't super busy. So I had maybe a little too much time to think while I was at work, and I was wondering, you know, what. What's. How. How is this kid here and where is this kid from? Or when is this kid from something? You know, something I had heard, you know, in like, other. Other podcasts and, like, you know, TV Shows and stuff. And, you know, even from my own grandma on my. On my dad's side or on my mom's side was that, you know, souls can be trapped. And, you know, I thought, well, you know, maybe. Maybe he's stuck here. I don't know, because he definitely didn't look like he was from, you know, from now. You know, like I was saying earlier, he was in old overalls, he had an old haircut, and he looked shocked and confused to see me. So I started spinning over ideas, and I looked at the Airbnb listing, and I took the address and I put it on a couple real estate websites to find out when the house was built. And I found out it was built in 1949. And I said, okay, well, let's. You know, maybe there's something to that, because this kid looked like he was probably 9, 10, 11 years old. Style of clothing and haircut was 50s, 60s. And, you know, it's. It's on. You know, it's in, like, a pretty Podunk town where there's a lot of history. You know, like two blocks away from the house was Brigham Young's vacation home from, like, the 1800s. So I thought, okay, well, maybe some kind of gnarly stuff was going on, you know, in this part of Utah. And, you know, without looking into any. Any other, like, you know, ghost stories or anything, I just figured, you know, maybe. Maybe this is just a kid that. That passed away in this house, you know, who knows when, but, you know, maybe he's just kind of stuck here. And I didn't. You know, I didn't really take it much further than that. I just kind of. I think just to kind of give myself some peace, I just said, yeah, that's it. That's all it is. He's. He's just some kid that's stuck here until he figures out how to move on. So, yeah, after that night, you know, I was still at work when Julia felt like there was somebody in the house, like something going on, like something made her very uncomfortable. You know, I decided not to tell her that night. And, you know, she had already checked the whole house, and she was so scared that she actually went outside and didn't go back in the house until. Until Clarissa got home. And I think even then, they just stayed on the front porch. But, yeah, I came home late that night, probably around 11, and I think we. You know, we got pizza again, and we were just kind of hanging out, and we went to bed, and it took us a long time. I mean, I. It took me even longer, but took Julia a long time to fall asleep. And I'm just laying there, you know, not just that night, but the. The rest of the nights were there. Not only, like, afraid to close my eyes because I don't know, you know, what's going on. And now, you know, suddenly. Now I have all these questions. Now I'm suddenly starting to wonder, you know, what. What's possible. And I'm afraid to close my eyes to go to sleep. But then once I manage to close them, I'm afraid to open them again because I don't know if there's going to be someone else standing in the corner or if that little ghost boy is going to be standing at the foot of the bed. It was. It kind of. It was kind of a tense next three days. I mean, we didn't. We didn't see him again. I mean, I didn't see him again. We didn't hear anything. You know, I still heard sounds on the stairs. But at this point, I'm just thinking, you know, if something bad's going to happen, it would have happened already. And I really didn't get the sense that the little boy was any type of a threat. So we were. You know, I was able to be in the house, and I was able to kind of function there, but it was definitely pretty uneasy. So, yeah, we're. You know, we wake up on our last day, and, you know, we had a pretty early flight, so we. We packed everything up the night before, got into a lift. The next morning, we're on our way to the airport, and we were. You know, she starts talking about how uneasy she felt in that house, like, how much we loved the house, how peaceful St. George was, how nice everybody was, how clean the house was. And then we started talking about that, just overall, like, overarching discomfort and tension in the house. Just that feeling of not really being alone and talking about the night that she had to go outside and just stay outside until somebody else got there. And I said, yeah, I am really sorry, but I gotta tell you something. I. I saw a little boy, the ghost of a little boy on the stairs a few days ago. And I didn't want to tell you guys because I thought we'd all freak out and it would, you know, unnecessarily. You know, I didn't think he was a threat or anything. I didn't think we were in any danger. But I didn't want to tell you guys because, you know, we. We all got to sleep at some point. And if we're all freaking out, then that's just going to make everything worse. And, you know, she didn't. She didn't, like, freak out, but she went, holy shit. Like, I'm. I'm wondering if that's who I was feeling, because, you know, she. She was, you know, sensing stuff in the house, like, felt like somebody was behind her a bunch of times. At one point, she felt like there was somebody walking into the room behind her, because our room was downstairs in the front of the house. And at another point, she's standing there, you know, looking at the floor, and the bed skirt jumped, and she just went, what? And that caused her to run out of the house as well. And, you know, we're recapping all of that, and I finally tell her, and we're just sitting there kind of shocked and in silence, because I. I think telling her about it finally made it, like, a tiny bit more real for me as well. So we just kind of sat in the back of the Uber for a couple minutes, just in silence. You know, after. After our existential crisis for a few minutes, you know, we keep talking about it. We start sharing theories. We start researching the house heavily. You know, there's. There wasn't much to find that we found yet, but we started researching the house a lot. I didn't want to tell anybody because, you know, I originally, you know, before this happened, if somebody told me this story, you know, I'd just be thinking they're a little. They're a little nuts, you know, and, like, that's on me. That's pretty judgmental. But now, you know, that's a little different now. So we weren't really telling anybody. And we kept talking about it over the next couple weeks. And then we decide we have to ask Clarissa if she experienced anything or if she felt, you know, just. Even if she just felt like the house was haunted. So probably two. Two and a half weeks after we got back, we're all at work. It's, you know, Julia, Clarissa, and I all worked at the same location, and, you know, we're all there together, and we go over to Clarissa and we're talking to her through. Through the expo window, and we say, hey, Clarissa, just totally out of curiosity, you know, nothing, nothing. No reason. Did you feel like that house was haunted in Utah? And she froze and her eyes got huge, and she just immediately starts nodding and she goes, yes, absolutely. And we said, whoa, okay, well, what. What made you think that? And she said, well, I kept hearing people walking around upstairs and When I realized it wasn't you guys, I started to get really scared. But I've just been telling myself it had to be you guys, because there's no way, like, ghosts can't be real. And we told her we were never upstairs while you were in the house. That was your section of the house as far as we were concerned. And we all just started laughing. And, I mean, we just didn't know what to say. You know, she. She definitely felt like there was a presence upstairs with her, she said, most of the trip. So, of course, you know, it's one of the most curious things that's ever happened to me. So we. We talk about it frequently. You know, we. We think about it and we. We research it and are trying to find out, like, if there's any way to determine who this little boy was. And I forget. I forget what she asked me, but she asked me a question about, like, what he looked like probably a month or two ago. And I said, well, he looked like this thing I used to see outside my window when I was a kid. And she just stopped and looked at me and said, well, what do you mean? So I told her the story about the guy, like, what looked like a man going by my window outside my parents telling me it was just angels. And she said, john, that's. That's gotta mean something. Like, this is. You've been seeing stuff like this since you were a little kid. Like, there's gotta be more to that. I. I don't want to believe that. I mean, I do, but I haven't been wanting to accept that because that's what Julia has been saying. She's like, that's. That's amazing. Like, if anything, you should be really excited about that, because I was in the house, freaked out all week, and I didn't see anything. But you saw this kid, and you made eye contact with him, and you've been seeing stuff like that since you were a kid. Like, there's, you know, you might. You might be able to see things that other people can't. And I didn't want to connect those dots personally until she said that. And I realized, like, yeah, okay, maybe I should consider. Consider some of that. I mean, it's really shaken up the kind of worldview that I. That I crafted after, you know, being told multiple times that, like, oh, kids just see angels, or it's just angels. You know, Once I. Once I got kind of away from my religious upbringing a little bit, I just completely stopped believing in. In anything. You know, no afterlife we all just, we die. And that's probably it. Didn't believe in ghosts, didn't believe in aliens for a long time. Didn't believe in anything like that. Now, like, since, since this has happened, I'm still trying to rationalize that any of this could be possible. You know, I live half of my life staunchly believing that the ghosts are not real. None of this is real, none of it's possible. And now here I am at 35 trying to, trying to stick together, some sort of rationale for just some sort of rational explanation for what I saw, and trying to accept that there might not be one. Very few weeks that go by that, that Julia and I don't bring up. You know, we, we just call him our little ghost friend at this point. And you know, there's at least once a week we talk about him and we, we try to think about who he might have been. And we're always looking for, you know, people online and just on TV or whatever that, you know, might have any idea, you know, if this little boy needs help, you know, how to do that. Like, who should we contact, what should we do? What are the odds if we go back to Utah and stay in the same house, we'll see him again? And you know, I really, I really kind of appreciate our little ghost friend because he, he really kind of shook things up for me. Like my, my worldview is a lot fuller now after this happened because now I do leave room for things that can't be explained now. Things that you can't just use science to prove or disprove. I've also kind of learned to trust my gut a little more because that whole week I felt like something was there. And then there he was.