This ghost was tall, dressed in black. Black hat, black long coat and even black cowboy boots.
I was in the bathroom getting ready for bed, brushing my teeth when I saw something walking pass by the bathroom.
I walked out of the hallway and saw a man but it wasn't no ordinary man, no, this man I could see right through him.
The only people in the house at the time were my mom and I, my little brother was spending the night at a friend's house, when all of this happened.
I wasn't afraid of this ghost at all, I was curious and usually people at the age of 7 would be terrified but not me, I wanted to know who he was and where he had came from.
I watched this ghost walk down the hallway and before entering my bedroom, he stopped. He turned around to look at me; we were looking at each other for a good few minutes.
But the feeling I had got from this ghost was nurturing and protective. (And at the time my mother was a single parent raising 3 kids on her own).
The ghost just smiled at me and nodded his head before just disappearing into my room, I quickly followed the ghost but as soon as I got into my room, he was gone. So why did he show himself to me on that particular night?
At the time, during this entire thing, my mother was taking a shower and after she got out, I explained to her what I had seen. I thought that she would look at me like I was crazy or something but what she had said I didn't expect to hear from her.
My mom said, “I believe you.” The next words out of my mouth were, “Huh?” She had told me about some of her experiences in her life when she was growing up.
We had spent the rest of the night just talking and for once she felt that she really had someone to talk to and share her experiences with and even helping me with mine.
My mom said, “I believe you.” The next words out of my mouth were, “Huh?” She had told me about some of her experiences in her life when she was growing up.
We had spent the rest of the night just talking and for once she felt that she really had someone to talk to and share her experiences with and even helping me with mine.
So my journey and training begins. Some were born with it and others had to develop them over time. I walk in both shadows of not being born with it but developing them later on in my childhood years.
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