In honour of Friday 13, I thought I’d share a story that is 100% real and 100% terrifies me to this day. As I tell you this story I want you to remember three things: a) I can’t make this sh*t up b) I didn’t believe in ghosts until this happened and c) this is a true story!!!
It was the summer of 2010 when a ghost left their hand prints on my back. Yup. Just a reminder that I can’t make this sh*t up. My husband (boyfriend at the time) was playing in a baseball tournament. I’m not the biggest baseball fan to begin with so I was not having the greatest time. But, I wanted to be a good girlfriend and support him by cheering him on (even thought I had zero clue what the heck I was cheering for) and decided I would make the most of it by getting a tan. Why not kill two birds with one stone, right? Admittedly, I wasn’t the best about sun protection and didn’t wear sunscreen but I knew that tan lines weren’t cute so I decided to wear a strapless shirt to avoid those. I was also a rookie at watching live sports and didn’t bring a chair or a blanket to sit on. So there I was, sitting on the grass with the sun beaming on me and watching my boyfriend play a sport that literally made me want to curl up into a ball and sleep.
Apparently Kyle’s team won the tournament (I still don’t understand the whole points thing in baseball) and to celebrate the team was heading to a pub in town. As soon as they said ‘pub’, they were speaking my language… food and a cold drink after sitting in the hot sun while watching a boring sport was exactly what I wanted. So we arrived at this pub called Jesters Court in Port Perry which is known to be haunted. I clearly lived in a bubble until I met Kyle because I was unaware of this until he told me once we had arrived. While I didn’t believe in ghosts or the super natural world, I was still creeped out. After being outside all day long with no washroom in site, I had to use the bathroom. Of course this is where they say one of the ghosts hangs out. I have never peed more quickly in my life. I didn’t see or hear anything while I was there but I was just freaked out by the sheer fact that this place was supposedly haunted.
So I quickly returned to the dining area, we ate some lunch, paid the tab and walked across the street to where the truck was parked so we could head on home. As I was walking, Kyle looked at me with this weird face and said… “Who hit you?!”. I looked back at him with the same weird face he was giving me because no one hit me… no one touched me… so I thought.
“You have hand prints on your back….”, he said. To say that I panicked was a complete understatement. What hand prints?! Whose hand prints?! Where?! What was he talking about! I remember leaning against the truck, looking over my shoulder and into the trucks wing mirrors to see my back. Sure enough… there were two hand prints. If you don’t believe me here’s an raw and unedited photo…
If you look carefully… you can see two LARGE horizontal hand prints along my back. Every time I see this picture I get goosebumps. To this day, I don’t know when or how this happened. All I know is that these marks were not on my body before going to the pub and that I haven’t been back to Jesters Court since. Just another reminder that I can’t make this sh*t up. I wasn’t sitting against anything to cause these marks, I wasn’t wearing sunscreen and nobody touched me… at least a living human didn’t. Those are clearly finger prints you guys….
So there’s my one and hopefully only haunted story for your Friday 13. Let me know in the comments below if you’ve ever had a supernatural experience and as always.. don’t forget to share and subscribe!!