In the dead of night, when the moon was full and the wind was howling like a pack of wild wolves, I, Jeffrey Jones' brother, sat in my rocking chair, sipping tea and recounting the tale of my ghostly encounter.
It was a night like any other, or so I thought. The fire was burning low, casting flickering shadows on the walls, when I heard a strange, unworldly whisper in the hallway.
I rose from my chair, and that's when I saw her. A woman, or at least, a figure, shrouded in mist, her eyes glowing like lanterns in the dark.
She spoke to me in a voice that sent shivers down my spine, 'Jeffrey Jones' brother, I've been waiting for you.'
And that, my friends, is when the real fun began. Follow this link for more of my hair-raising, spine-tingling, and altogether unexplainable experiences: More Glimpses into the Beyond.