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The original was posted on /r/ghoststories by /u/Narrow_Designer4653 on 2025-02-24 00:15:56+00:00.

She’s my longest and oldest friend since the fifth grade, and has always claimed she is a psychic medium who can see and talk to ghosts. Everywhere she went she said she could see them, sometimes they’re just shadows, sometimes just a presence, sometimes a full blown apparition. The one I remember most was a ghost named Jim or something who was an old man who she would see in her closet, not malevolent or anything. To me that was creepy as hell, but she always seemed unfazed. As a kid I believed it, but then grew out of it and assumed she did too. I moved states and didn’t see each other for a couple years, until I went to visit for the summer and we reunited.

We were sitting in the living room watching TV and catching up, when I popped the question jokingly- “any ghosts around?” She said there were a couple. But the one that caught her attention most was an old lady outside my mom’s bedroom. “Yeah right.” I’m going in my head. I’m a firm believer in science, psychology, and logic. I also believe that the human brain is powerful and loves to play tricks on us as projections of our own fears. I’ve always taken people’s experiences with a respectful nod and grain of salt.

I humor her, I ask her details. She says she’s some older woman from Texas, she might be related to my mom and I, and she’s Native American. I realize that this brief description fit my dead Nana. But that’s probably a coincidence, we’re in Texas, everyone has a dead grandma, and she knows my mom is part Native.

I ask her specific questions and she gets them all correct. The name of her husband, how long I knew her before she died, the gift she gave me as a baby, which of her children are dead or alive. My final straw was when I pointed to a portrait on the wall with her kids, and asked her- “which of those girls was a partygoer who always got in trouble?” And she got it right.

At this point I’m properly spooked, but am still in denial. I’ve known her for a while… is there no chance she stumbled across an old picture album? Overheard a conversation with my mom and I about her? Hell- what if I told her myself and just forgot? We’ve known each other for 8 years, there’s no chance I’ve forgotten some conversations from then?

She tells me there’s another ghost who is a man who wants to communicate. I ask him a variety of questions, pushing aside my slight unease as I’m thoroughly entertained by this whole ordeal, either she’s lying and really committed and I wanna see how far I can push her or she’s telling the truth and we’re actually talking to a ghost. Im asking questions like how old was he when he died, when did he die, what did he do when he was alive? I even jokingly asked what his type was and if he was single. We stop talking for a bit and are messing around on our phones in silence, looking down and not in each other’s peripheral vision.

I suddenly get this inexplicable chill on the right side of my neck which I ignore, chalking it up to some kind of breeze or mental thing. It was so minuscule and obsolete to me, I had no reaction or even looked up from my phone. I will say it felt different than the usual chill, it was almost concentrated- like something icy pressed against me. Then, she looks up at me, and verbatim says “I just got an image in my mind of him touching your neck.” She mimics the motion, it’s in the same side and spot right beneath my jaw… and my heart sank to my asshole. The sheer coincidence of the placement, the action, the previous shit before this- I genuinely was so freaked out. And while it’s not as major or scary as other people’s stories, it’s enough for me to question my beliefs. I still am kind of a skeptic, I chalk most things up to just be figments of our imagination. But I take people’s stories more seriously now.

A lot of people who fake being mediums and psychics usually do it for attention or money. But my friend gets nothing from it, in fact, she has a very much annoyed “just ignore it” attitude. This is what makes me things she might not be lying, she doesn’t want anything from it, and actually doesn’t talk about it a lot. She’s not trying to creep anyone out at all campfire, she’s not trying to get internet fame or scam some people into buying a palm reading at a little table. It’s just something she lives with. And goddamn, what a shitty thing to live with if she actually does.