***The following is all true***
I guess many ghosts qualify as stalkers, but this is what I know him as. As I am typing this I feel his discomfort at something, whether it is the name or the fact I am sharing this information with you.
I have dreamt of him for about 6 months now, and I remember dreams that stopped when I was 8 or 9. I have also sighted him a few times, including just now I saw him run across my room. To this day, he remains nameless to me.
A few weeks after he started coming back into my dreams, my friend told me that she was being stalked by some ghost. We talked about our ghosts for a while, and we've determined that they have NOTHING to do with each other. Then we stopped talking about them because it got awkward, so I went to my other friend. She believes in almost anything paranormal. Shortly after I told her, she started telling me about sharp pains in random places (i.e. Heart, chest, leg, arm, etc.).
My great aunt Dorse had died when I was around two years old. She held me as an infant while she was on her death bed. Then, when I was five, I came out into the living room; my mom was sitting on the couch. She saw me enter the room and our conversation went something like this...
"Honey, why are you still up?"
"I can't sleep."
"Of course you can. Nothing bad is going to happen."
"I know, but I can't sleep. Someone keeps talking to me."
"Really Who?"
"Aunt Dorse."
My mother looked astonished at me. I shouldn't have remembered her. I was an infant at the time and no one ever talked about her around me because it was such a sensitive subject and they didn't want me to see them cry.
"What did she say?" she asked after a few moments.
"She said that everything was alright and she would make sure I was OK."
"Well then you have nothing to worry about, just go to bed."
And I did.
That was the last time I talked to her. But then I started having dreams of the 'stalker' ghost. I have a weird feeling that my great aunt sent him to be my guardian to make sure I was OK. Tell me what you think.
Note: At first I was scared of him, and I thought he was here to hurt me. But now I am realizing that he might be looking out for me. I believe he is possessive of me, and now I tend to be possessive of him.
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