Written Confession: The Cellophane Man and the Green Ghost
The following written confession was submitted via email:
I have been searching for a story involving a transparent 'thing" and I came across your podcast. I live in Wichita, KS and in 1988 all the older teenagers / young 20's would all party at a park on a golf course after dark. There was a row of parking stalls that faced a wooded area with some picnic tables and tall light poles, etc. One night my niece was parked in a stall with her friend who was sitting in the driver's seat. He kept looking out the windshield toward her side of the car and seemed to be preoccupied with what was in a tree. She finally looked over and a light pole was casting some light on a tree from the middle branches down. What looked like a man shaped transparent thing ( the only word we had then was "like cellophane") with long hair (?) was moving around, coming down the tree and coming toward them. She started screaming and the he guy freaks out and turns on the car and the headlights but doesn't see anything once the area was lit up. They drive to my boyfriend's house and bust in the door! She is screaming and crying and couldn't even get the story out, I almost slapped her. So the guy grabs my boyfriend and they go back to find it but was unable to see anything that resembled the long haired cellophane man. I am puzzled because I have only found a couple of stories since your podcast and they all happened in forest areas. This happened in a park in the middle of the city on a golf course. It is wooded but nowhere near forest like. We stopped going there after that incident. Lol
I have also been looking for a story involving a green glowing ghost. And I found one on your podcast. When I was a little girl my brother worked 2nd shift and would come home around midnight. My window was next to the back door and he had a firebird that you could hear a ways away, needless to say he would wake me up when he got home. One night I didn't hear the car but I heard the back door. I got out of bed and walked into the kitchen where the back door was located. There was a green illuminated man sweeping the floor. The window had a thin curtain over it and the moonlight lit up the room a bit. He smiled at me and was saying something to me but I couldn't hear him. I kept saying, "I can't hear you" but he kept talking. So I told him goodbye and I went back to bed. I was really young and in my mind, I reasoned that it was my brother. I don't know why that made sense but I couldn't think of who else it could be. I tell my mom about talking to my brother last night and she said that it was impossible because he didn't come home last night, he stayed with a friend. Huh...I think much like the guy who lived in the Masonic lodge, I saw a ghost. I seem to be magnet for weird things.
