I'm going to step into the Twilight Zone for a minute
When I was a boy I lived in a small town in Wyoming. As boys in those days we had the entire run of the town we would go into people's yard drink from the water spicket on the side of their house. We knew every good apple tree in town. We used to swim in the runoff from the power plant that was probably a little risky.
Anyway, one day my friends and I we'd gone way outside of town on a little fishing trip and we saw This Old House kind of look like the Norman Bates House in the middle of this field of grass. That field of grass had a whole bunch of black birds pecking around in it and they all had red heads. Now being Lads of about 7-8 years old we started dreaming up all kinds of stories for those redheads. As we were walking along we decided the house had to be haunted. And my friends dared me to go up and have a look inside.
Now I wasn't a very bright lad nothing really scared me in fact that's probably why I started hitchhiking drinking smoking pot when I was 7 years old. So I went right on up to the house.
When I went through the door i had a look around and there's a lot of really old furniture all covered with dust and there were paintings on the wall. I was surprised I thought it was an abandoned house. My eyes are naturally drawn to the staircase at the back of the room the ceiling must have been twenty feet high and a staircase ran up the back wall. Right directly in the middle of the stairwell was this skinny man in a green pinstripe suit and a couple steps up behind and was this fat woman in a red and white polka dot dress. Now I was shocked I was certain the house wasn't occupied and I started apologizing profusely and backing out the door. I ran out and told my friends we are in trouble, I just knew our mothers were going to have the complete story by the time we got home. That's the way it was in small towns in those days.
So time goes on and nothing happens. Our parents don't talk to us they don't find out and everything's okay. Then that winter I hear my mother and a couple of my aunt's talking about that house out on the edge of town. About how it was abandoned. I declare it's not abandoned there's people living there. And realize there I was a dumb kid again even giving Myself Away. My mother asked me how I would know that, so I related the story. After a very long pause while her and her sisters looked at each other. My mother finally told me that those people died before I was born. They'd gone on a drive on Sunday after church they hit a patch of ice and slid into the river and drown.
So why do I relate this story? Well I've had many strange experiences since that time. I've seen ghosts, I've seen stick people, I've seen all kinds of strange things.
Anyway as I was looking back through my photos I saw something reflecting in the glass of that jar. That face is really familiar to me I'm trying to think where I've seen him before. Strange though that somebody is looking over my shoulder even when I think I'm alone.
I'm going to look through my family photos I think that might be my great-grandfather.
