My name is Marisa I am 15 years old. I had an uncle named Pete. He lived with us in our house with my mom dad and me. He died on February 2 , 2006. I was 13 at the time.
My friend Danielle and I were playing video games on my couch when my dad came home and knocked on my Uncle Pete’s bedroom door asking him if he wanted anything to eat, but of course he didn’t answer. He is a really heavy sleeper so my dad just thought he was sleeping. So he opened his door and all I saw was his hand hanging off the bed, my dad told me and Danielle to go to her house and by the panic in his voice I knew he was dead.
So anyway time went by and my sister moved back in, so she took my room since it was bigger for her and my niece, and I took his old room. I wasn’t really scared of the fact he died in there, so everything was good.
Then my first night in my new room I couldn’t really go to sleep so I decided to sort my jewelry box out until I got tired. I was just sitting on the ground and I felt two taps on my shoulder like someone was tapping my shoulder. I thought maybe my muscles just jumped or something, but then my cat Kira jumped off my bed and ran to the door. That was weird, but I Just ignored it and continued sorting my jewelry.
Then on my other shoulder I felt some taps again I looked behind me and nothing was there. Then my cat started clawing at the door so I held her up to the spot that I felt the tap and she started clawing the air like there was something there.
I grabbed her and slept on the couch that night. I think it was my uncle trying to get my attention, but you never know it could be something else so I am really scared of my room. I haven’t slept in there for like ever, because of other things that have happened.
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Written by Marisa Danielle Copyright 2008