I’m posting this little story in the hopes that I can find others who shared similar experiences.

This is what got me into the paranormal.

I was about 10, the year around 2000.It was thanksgiving,(my birthday is November 23rd, this is the date for thanksgiving like once every 4 years) I can’t recall if the day in question was one of my birthdays or not,but it’s not really important.

Ok so I live in south Mississippi, and for holidays sometimes we go see our extended family one town over.They have a big house, lots of land, live out in the woods, and have smaller buildings around the main house which were being used as storage mainly.

When we arrived my parents introduced me to a cousin of mine I had never met named Zach,he is one year older than me, making him 11 at the time. We hit it off instantly and we went upstairs to play Mario kart on the SNES. After an hour of that we took to running around outside for a little bit which led to us exploring the smaller buildings on the property.

We come across one that could’ve been an apartment for someone, it had a small kitchen, refrigerator, tv and living area, and some workout machines on the first floor, it wasn’t a big building at all. The upstairs consisted of 2 empty bedrooms, and a very small hallway dividing them. The upstairs rooms where to the immigrate left and right of the top of the stairs.

Me and Zach went up there and found an empty room to the right, but the door on the left was closed.

We went back to the first floor and fired up the tv so we could be away from all the adults for a while and we’re just hanging out, one of my uncles even came in to grab some frozen food from the freezer and told us to have fun and be safe (the usual adult platitudes).

Roughly half an hour goes by when out of nowhere we hear a loud crash, it sounded like a car crash, or maybe something akin to a loud metal object falling through a house. However it all seemed to be coming from upstairs.

Naturally we wondered what the hell was going on we(me going first) went to the stair case to see what was up, and there he is, A neon green figure similar to how the Flying Dutchman from spongebob is depicted (transparent bright green) was staring over the railing.

It was hanging half way out of the previously locked door staring at us, the door was cracked open now (his torso stopped at the door).

Anyways me and Zach both screamed bloody murder and ran back to the main house and told our parents who laughed it off as kids being kids.I think someone even made the statement it could be a deceased cousin of ours that stayed over there at one point or another.

To this day my mother even brings it up sometimes, because we both love paranormal stuff, but it being so long ago I’m sure my memories have distorted a little bit, however the image of the green man sticking through a door and leering at me down a staircase and that loud crash will be with me forever.

So guys if you have any similar stories I’d like to hear em, I usually just lurk reddit, but I’ve seen a few stories in my time that kind of lines up with my own.

Or just come share possibly distorted paranormal memories so that we can potentially help each other remember these events.

Thanks for reading :)