This will sound absolutely mad but I have been haunted all of my life.
When I was in the third grade I saw my Grandmother standing across the room from me. She had a button up shirt tucked into the jean skirt that went down to her ankles and her hair was tied up into a neat bun. She smiled at me and my jaw dropped. Grandma had been dead for four years.
I kept her a secret for awhile. That was the last day I ever saw her and honestly, I thought I was insane. That should have been the only explanation; however, it's been over ten years and I have discovered that insane can't be the case.
Several ghosts have hung around me throughout my life. Some highlights are Misty, Aiden a.k.a. the Shadowman, and Winona. Winona, who I named after Winona Ryder of course, had been around for a couple of years. She hangs out in my bedroom, the same room that houses the two porcelain dolls that I am quite positive she came from. Winona has almost been like a friend to me, even if she drives me crazy sometimes. I remember once at three o'clock in the morning she decided to fling my hair brush against the wall for about half an hour and nearly had me pulling my hair out.
Maybe I was insane, but now I know that it is absolutely impossible for me to completely bonkers.
My best friend came 'round the other night and out of nowhere everything went down. I knew I wasn't insane because my best friend could see it too. She could see it. Hear it. Feel it. Everything I had experienced my whole life she began to experience in just one night.
It wasn't Winona. It couldn't have been her. For all of the years that I've known her, she has only ever done the same few things. Tapping, moving my hairbrush and my razor. I know her and I know the things she does, how she manifests her self. This was different. This was somebody else.
Thomas.
I've just gotten tired of writing so if you want to know more about Thomas and the night he spent with my best friend and I then let me know and I'll give you a Part II. xxx-OH
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