I was raised by an Irish mother (Celtic) and Cuban father (Santeria) so I was taught very early on that there are many dimensions to our world, not just the one that we can all see. The movie Ghost got a lot of things right.
So, with that being said, I was not scared on this particular day of a black shadow that followed me in school and on my way home. I figured it was one of many I had seen and thought nothing of it.
I get home and start to clean for my parents, sweeping and cleaning the living room. I bend over to clean the living room table when I look up into the television. It was turned off, yet I could see in the reflection of the glass a black figure sitting on the couch. The image had a box like thing between its legs, and with one arm, lifts something from the box, which looked like a drink can, takes a drink, sees me, and literally dissipates like a fuzzy grey signal.
I freaked, yet I relied on what I was taught by my parents: Genesis 32:26, you send it on its way with a blessing, a prayer for the spirit to go to the light. I dropped to my knees, shaking like a leaf, and begged for the spirit to go to the light. I collected myself and continued to clean.
When my parents got home, they were distraught. They had just been informed that their friend Stevie, a 25 year old man, was found dead of a suicide. He had taken a six pack of beer and a gun to a wooded area, where he had shot himself, with a beer in one hand, and the rest of the six pack between his legs. He had been in the woods exposed to the Florida summer sun for three days that they were not sure what race he was when they found him.
When I heard this, I cried. I had told my parents what had happened, and they were not surprised. It was then for the first time I was told that Stevie had gone to my parents for permission to date me when I would come of age. (I was 16 at the time) That is why he came to me. He had a crush on me.
Sent in by Rose Ann Cceberio, Copyright 2010