I should first start off with telling you that I come from a long line of “sensitive” people. My grandmother was very in touch with people that were no longer alive. It was always very disappointing to me that I didn’t get any of that, or so I thought.

I moved into an apartment in the beginning of March 2004 with my boyfriend at the time. After a month or so we broke up and I got stuck with the apartment. Being young and feeling free once again, I went on a partying rampage. I mean rampage. The reason I am telling you this is because I think I invited this spirit into my life because of the way I was living at the time.

One night, a friend and I took the night off from our busy partying schedule and decided just to rent some flicks. I sat in the car while she went inside. After a few minutes she got in the car, shut the door, and flipped down the visor to inspect her make-up. I started to drive off. All of a sudden the visor went back up and she started yelling “Oh my God! “Oh my God!” I stopped the car and asked her what was wrong and she said, word for word, “There is a man in the back seat. He was looking right at me. Oh my God!”

I started to laugh and put the car back in gear and then I heard her sobbing. Now, if you know this friend of mine, I have never seen her scared in my life. I started crying and raced to her house. Once we got inside she told me about him. She said that he was pasty white with white/blonde hair, with a buzz cut like in the army. She said it looked as though he was wearing a trench coat, although she could only see from his shoulders up. She said his eyes were black and the size of the top of a soda can. She said that he looked at her with pure hatred.

A few days later I was in bed, lights out, trying to doze off, when I felt something on the end of my bed, sitting on the blankets by my feet. I called my puppy Duke, who usually sleeps by my head, to come lie down. He didn’t move. I tugged on the blankets. They didn’t move. Then Duke licked my face. He WAS by my head. Then who was on the end of my bed?

I moved out a week later.

Til this day I still dont know who this man is that seems to have attached himself to me. I feel him around me sometimes, although I’m not afraid anymore. I dont think he is here to cause me grief, I just think he looked at my friend like that because she was the instigator for the bad behavior… I dont know, tell me what you think!

From: CorCadian@aol.com
To: obiwan@ghosts.org
Subject: This is my story
Date: Friday, March 10, 2006 3:50 PM

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