This is my first story and it's very difficult so please go easy on me.
My stepson "Alex" committed suicide 3 years ago at the age of 16. He was a handsome, loving kid who was suffering in silence. The night he died, I knew something was wrong, call it 6th sense. He left behind 2 younger brothers aged 14 and 8. The youngest being my son, "Marc". Needless to say, his death left us all heartbroken and full of unanswered questions.
About 3 months later, my husband, the kids and I moved as we could not live in that house anymore, too many memories. Some time in October (Alex died in June) I woke up in the middle of the night, fully awake with the urge to look out (we slept with the door open, our son Marc's room was directly across from ours). I turned my head and looked out. Right in front of Marc's room (his door was also open) was the image of a person. I could only make out from the shoulders up, the image was fuzzy but I recognized who it was right away... The height, hair... It was Alex! I was not afraid in the least bit. I stared at him until he faded away. I was a bit shocked, but not afraid. I turned to my sleeping husband, hugged him tight and went back to sleep. I did not tell anyone about this as I thought they would think I'd lost it.
I have felt him a few times after this. I have had some really unsettling things happen to me recently and this time I'm actually scared. I don't want to think Alex would scare me but I wonder if my interest in the paranormal has opened me up to other "things".
As for Alex, I think about him every day. We love him and miss terribly. Any comments are appreciated. Thanks for reading.