Ghost of a Special Person

By 2002Archer

As I’m typing this, the events I’ll be talking about happend three months ago and about a week and a half ago. As a bit of background information, I’m a almost fourteen year old male. The house I currently live in my family is the first family or anybody to live in this house, which makes this story that much more chilling. In my family I have a brother, my mother, my father, our family german Shepard and occasionally my sister in the house, but when these events take place she was out of the house.

The first of these very strane events happend close to the middle of June in 2016, one night around 11:10 P.M I was in my bedroom and in my room between my bed and the wall, there is about one inch of space. And in a clear as day voice I heard a voice I recognized say my name from right behind me, almost in my ear. For me the scariest part about this voice was the fact that it was the voice of my first ever friend, who I met ten years ago in kindergarten but who also moved away about three months later so I didn’t get to know her that well. When I heard it I sat up instantly like a bow when the string is released. I looked around me in the darkness of my room and saw absolutely nothing. But that wasn’t nearly the creepiest part, that was to come the next night.

Then the next night as I did the same around the same time I heard the same voice from the same place say something, I’ve forgotten what she said but I sat up like I did the night before and I wispered a few questions because my parents were sleeping only about 10 yards away in thier room and I asked, “where do you live?” And what I heard next was the scariest yet most comforting thing I’ve ever heard and the response I got came from my closet which is about 6 or 7 yards from the foot of my bed and I heard her say in a voice that was fading away as she was speaking, “I live here.”

And now my mother had an enounter that told me that I’m not crazy. And as I’m writing this it happend only about a week or two ago. So my dad usually leaves for work at about four in the morning to beat rush hour traffic, and my mom at about 5:00 in the morning, she saw his silouhete standing in the six foot long hall way between the master bedroom and master bathroom so she asked “what are you still doing here?” No physical or vocal response than she nearly yelled it, and still no response. That’s when she decided she must be seeing things or partially asleep, so she just went back to sleep, and remember I’d only told a few of my friends at school about my encounters.

The only reason I know about what happend to her is she brought it up the next night at dinner.

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