Thursday, October 27, 2011 By Trevor Lombardi - Coutesty of Google Images Advertising Ghost in the garage     I have always been particularly afraid of the thought of ghosts, especially when strange and unexplained occurrences bewildered my perception on the realism of the unknown. For this retelling, we will call my friend, Charlie; his cousin, Peter; and his brother; David at his house in Denver.     The beginning of the phenomenon occured New Year's Eve 2010. I was at a friend's house getting appetizers for the party my friend's mother was throwing to ring in 2010 with a blast. As I was nearing the table with food, it felt as though somebody tugged on my T-shirt. I tried to “debunk” the experience as the source of a DVD rack that was nearby as the culprit. I also tried to blame my friend’s uncle who was known for pulling practical jokes, but he was outside with everyone else.      I put the happening behind me until the 4th of July when the exact thing happened again in that kitchen. The activity died down until the Christmas season when in the same kitchen, my friend asked me to get a few sodas from the refrigerator in the garage. The door that led to the garage itself was open about six inches when I put my hand forward to open it. In disbelief I watched, the door gently sway closed and latch on the unstable hinge with a cold breeze pass by. Bewildered by the oddity, I tried to ask Charlie if there was a draft coming from the garage or if a window was open, but he reassuringly told me that the house or the garage has no drafts to push a door gently closed and latch it on the lock too. We attempted to recreate the experience with everyone else to prove that I wasn’t lying about it. David turned out the garage lights and lit a candle and we got the door to close each time upon request. asking the entity if there was indeed a presence in the garage that could close the door. After about three of four times after requesting for the door to close upon asking the door slammed shut with all four of us, the only thing that was different  was that David’s candles blew out a time before the door closed that time. I didn’t mind going into Charlie’s garage even after the experience, but that changed this past summer. I was over at his house when his little brother, David, drew a pentagram outside the garage door itself at about midnight. The overhead patio light that overlooked the garage to allow the video camera to capture thieves, along with the lights in the garage were on. (Note that the garage door does not open with a remote and can only be opened or closed with the button inside the garage). Nobody was inside the house, Everyone who was in the house was already in the back of the house: Charlie, David, Peter and I. The overhead light only turned on with a solar timer and could not shut off manually.  Charlie was inside searching for a flashlight inside the house when Peter and I were discussing the possibility of all the lights in the back turning off and the garage door closing completely. We heard small raucous in the garage after we said that, but it didn’t phase us at all. When Charlie finally made it outside, it was about a half an hour after what Peter and I were discussing actually happened. All four of us were talking about how school was going to begin in a few weeks when the garage door steadily closed with nobody near the button. We all ran to the front of the house and tried to blame each other for scaring the hell out of all of us with the idea that someone had a secret remote garage door opener. All of us were being totally honest with each other we walked to the back to the garage again. The door only closed about a foot and stopped after we ran to the front of the house and as we got back there, the garage door continued to creak down its path. Getting into Peter’s car was nerve-wracking, as this was something we had never experienced before. Peter drove off to see what would happen to the garage door as we left, and sure enough, the door seemed to have a mind of its own, closing as it was in sight of Peter’s car.  When Peter got fed up with driving around, he parked his car with the brights on in front of the garage to see if someone was messing with us. Through the darkness, we could see the eerily green light flash as the garage door controls were messed with. It was as if the activity was directly addressed to all of us. The happening was directly linked back to David’s chalk pentagram: that demonic symbol of satanic worshipers and “portal for evil spirits.”          David was prompted to wash away the chalk pentagram with the hose and all the lights in the back, without warning, shut off and the garage door collapsed again. Charlie discovered the two fuses connected to the garage were latched off without any obvious human contact. We never heard the fuses switch off. Charlie grabbed the hose to wash away that “evil” pentagram, and through the steam from the water rose, a humanoid shape and dissipated when the two garage fuses were turned off again. None of us were very sure of what happened, and we haven’t every really brought the subject matter back up except for the fact that we are certain that Charlie’s garage indeed has a presence. No other activity has occured in the garage, but other subtle things have occurred in the house almost almost every other time I have been over there that I cannot quite explain. It seems that more activity starts to happen as the days get closer to Halloween.

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