Ghost Stories & Paranormal Encounters

My Best Friend’s hard time… This occurred two years ago but it still hasn’t escaped my mind for a second.

I remember walking home from the shops after purchasing some milk and encountering a mate of mine whom told me about the death of my best friend’s boyfriend. I’ve spoken to him quite frequently but we seldom socialized and bonded with one and another. He told me that my best friend’s boyfriend (whom I will refer to as peter) had committed suicide.

This was rather perplexing because peter always seemed cheerful. Everyone was saddened and dismayed over such a loss. He was a promising student. Uncannily gifted at academics and very sporty and was incredibly handsome, having long blonde hair and a chiseled, clean-shaven face with an immaculately slender, albeit muscular figure. I remember attending the funeral and seeing his parents scream and weep and that hurt me the most.

I spoke to my best friend the night before the death and she told me she hadn’t spoken to him all day. The following weeks were horrible for her. She wept interminably and no matter how much I tried to console her she would always leak out several tears.

Anyway a month had passed and nothing much had changed. The atmosphere was bleak and school was dull without his gleaming face. I remember laying in bed at 3 am and reminiscing over his achievements and life and thinking how unfortunate it must have been for my best friend. I felt myself succumb to a deep slumber and then all of a sudden there was a cold rush of air that awoke me and I turned thinking I must have left the windows open. It was closed.

I had a pleasant feeling of peace and serenity come over me and being accustomed to paranormal experiences I knew Peter was present with me. I turned, closed my eyes and saw his bright face smiling upon me. He laughed and bowed (an amiable trade gesture of his upon greeting others) and waved his hands. I asked him how he was and he smiled (which I inferred meant he was good). I tried to hold back my tears (being an ignorant teenage guy and all) but they streaked down my face and I got angry for a second. I whispered…’Why?’ to him and he frowned and then left. All of a sudden the radio came on and this song was on. It had the verses ‘I’m so sorry for what I’ve done, I love you but I got to move on, can’t keep holding this on…’and was accompanied by a harp and a piano I think. (I’m awful at music…).

I felt calm again and knew he was in a better place and fell asleep. The next morning was a Saturday and during the late evening I went to the park with my baby brother whom was 3. He was playing on the swings and I was pushing him and my best friend came along, departing from her girlfriends after having gone out with them. She stood beside me for a while, hugging my baby brother and helping me swing him and we were also talking about life and family and in the middle of the conversation she said ‘Did he come to you..?’ and I replied ‘yeah…’

She was silent for a while and then turned and replied ‘He’s happy so I will be happy too…’and she put on a brave face and I gave her a hug.

She’s much better now, thank god and has moved on. There have been occasions when I noticed his presence as have my other friends but I think he’s moved on too. I miss him still but he’s in a better place.

In all respects, this is true and did happen to me. It’s one of the many paranormal experiences I’ve undergone and I chose to post this one because emotionally I think it’s something everyone can relate too and sympathize with. We’ve all lost loved ones and we all will… It’s sad but there is hope in knowing they are at a better place.

With sincerity, Alpha.

Sent in by “Alpha”, Copyright 2008 TrueGhostTales.com