Michael

I've been experiencing paranormal encounters for as long as I can remember. But this one is probably one of the most unique experiences I've ever encountered. This one is recent, so I will be taking advantage of this encounter, while it's still fresh in my memory.

My mother had a friend named Michael, she always used to hang out with as a young adult. He was a tall skinny guy, who had worked for the U.S. Military (I forgot what exactly).

One night he and my mother were hanging out doing pretty much whatever. They were in his car, when my mother got out of the car for the night. Then it happened. I'm not exactly sure what happened, but I was told he was inside of his car too long with the windows rolled up. This causing lack of ventilation, which built up carbon monoxide. And with the lack of oxygen...Death. When Michael died, it was snowing...

About a decade and a half later (Year: 1996), I was born. To my surprise my mother had named my middle name after Michael. Right then and there, Michael had become a part of my person.

Now back to the present! What you are about to read had happened a week ago of today. It was a regular cloudy mid-winter day, with the messed up weather we're having in the Berkshires we haven't had any snow lately so, our local bicycle trail (path) was clear. My mother lost her car about a year ago, and I stepped up to the plate and offered to do some grocery shopping for us with my bike (at least until we can get a car).

So I was on my way down to the middle of the trail (I live about one neighborhood away from the trail. And I lived near the middle of the trail). As I entered on to the nice, smooth path, My eye caught something up ahead. What I was seeing was probably about a good 100 yards. I'm no yard stick, so I know that's wrong. I saw a nice tall "something."

It took me a while to figure out what was up ahead, as I resumed riding, at a deteriorating decreasing speed, I became more skeptical of what I was seeing...

I wiped both of my eyes for specs, dust, tears, you name it. After practically giving my self pink eye, this figure I was seeing was rocking back and forth, left to right on two feet. It looked as if it was wearing a white sheet something. The more I rode toward the figure, tensions grew, the presence got stronger, and stronger.

Then I stopped. At this time it was about 5:00PM, about the time dusk made an appearance. Where I had stopped was on one side of a small bridge, I mean small enough for a car to go through without a problem (Town vehicles go through and clean the trail). At this point I was about 25 - 40 yards away from this figure.

I'm a medium, so I was able to detect that this was Michael. I stopped in the first place because he was calling my name. Right then, and there I can see him just as well as you can see yourself and he's calling my name! My body poured with shock, as if I was paralyzed. Nope, still can move everything. At this point I didn't know what to do.

I thought to myself, "...I don't know who, or even what that is... Calling my name..." So I turned around, as his voice growing slightly louder, as he yelled my name. He had a heavy voice, like that African-American guy that does all of those All State commercials. Except, Michael was Caucasian.

"I'll just take a different route" I thought to myself. The entire time I took making that shopping trip, I couldn't stop thinking about what I had seen. Sooner or later in my local grocery store, it smacked me at the back of the head. It was Michael! At the time of the sighting I couldn't make out if it was Michael or not.

Later I told my mother what happened, she didn't know what to really make of it, but she beleived me. She told me that Michaels favorite kind of Gatorade was the blue kind.

The next day at school, I open my locker (I don't lock up my locker) and the first thing that stood out was an almost empty blue Gatorade bottle, all set up and everything...