I guess I should start with I was an abused child. When I say abused, it was bad. I was raped, sold for drugs, and locked in a toy box for the better part of two years. The reason I tell you this is I was told spirits latch on to trauma victims.
So my story, in order for it to make sense or at least how I make sense of it, I must flashback and forward over 35 years. I met a girl in my 20's named Leslie. She was a free spirit who dabbled in Wicca and that sort of stuff. One evening over a couple of drinks she asked me who was the man in the dark clothes walking his large black dog and had I noticed he followed me everywhere I went. I just laughed outwardly. On the inside it freaked me out.
Now let's go back about 8 years. My best bud Ryan and I were at a Grateful Dead show. We had taken some heavy duty LSD. As we ended our day he asked me why I never said anything about the old guy that always stares at me. I told him I don't see an old guy. He pointed and described him, dark clothes, gray hair walking a dog. Ryan told me he had been around us all day, never too close but the man's attention never left me.
Okay, time to travel back about 4 more years. Reed and Bryan had been dabbling in the occult, Ouija board, reading books from Aleister Crowley some Anton fellow and Lovecraft. Well, they invited me over one night to contact the spirits. I said sure. I was more interested in free food and Reed's sister. Well, they lit some candles blah, blah, blah. Reed asked for a sign and we all heard what sounded like a ting. So I am thinking they are setting me up. I look up at a window and see what looks like two red eyes. We hear more tings, feel a breeze, the candle gets brighter blah, blah. After it was over I talked with Bryan. He told me they had never as so much as heard a peep the three times they had tried before the night I was there.
So after my abuse as a child, my grandmother (paternal) finally turned my mother in. I was placed in another family. I was told that until my grandfather died (paternal) she was not allowed by him to interfere in my mother's family. I was adopted by a very religious family. They raised me from 7, well, until now. I asked my mother (adopted) why our family albums had so very few pictures of me about two years ago. She went into the basement and retrieved a shoe box. In the box were a ton of pictures of me, in most my face is distorted. In others there are shadows. In the bottom of the box an envelope of pictures that really hit home. In about ten pictures, always standing, is a gray haired man, dark suit, walking a large dark dog.
Now, I know what you're thinking... Slender man, but he doesn't exist nor do I believe in ghosts or ghouls. That stuff is silly. What bothers me is my son told me the other day that he was creeped out by the old guy always staring at our back door from across the park. My son said he has seen him at least three times in the last 2 years.
So, if this is a ghost why don't I see him? Where is the slamming doors? I will admit, a few time in my life I have heard laughing, breathing, seen things out of the corner of my eye but it's just my imagination. And if it is a ghost, how could it following our family from California to Ohio? I think everyone has imagination running amuck.
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