years ago, when I was fifteen years old, I was in my
backyard picking up sticks for my father. When I turned
towards my house, I saw a man who was transparent around
the edges, standing in my boiler room window. When I
saw him, I was shocked but not scared; most of all I
felt a strange sense of relief.
word "Finally" popped into my mind and I felt as if
the man I was staring at had waited a long time to see
me. Eventually he turned around and walked out of the
room. Immediately I ran inside and informed my father.
He searched the house and found no one or any signs
of forced entry.
that, random things would happen every few months. A
man opened my bedroom door one night and peeked his
head in. I thought it was my father, so I told him goodnight
and that I loved him. It was so dark that he was just
a shadow, but he nodded his head and closed my door.
I said something to my father about it the next day,
and my dad told me he did not check on me the night
have moved and I've seen shadows. I've caught a few
electronic recordings with this man's voice, and in
one of them he whispered his name: it was Walter.
I'm 18 now and over the course of three years, I have
developed a sort of bond with Walter. I feel like I
know him in a way. He has always seemed familiar to
me. And one night, I think I found the answer as to
why he is around.
sister, two of her friends and I decided to do an Ouija
board in my front yard. And Walter came through for
45 minutes. We figured out early on that Walter seemed
strangely connected to me, and we realized that he only
answered the questions I asked.
explained to me that I lived another life before this
one, one that he was involved in. He said my name was
Rose and we met in 1912. I was his nurse in a war. He
told me that we fell in love with each other quite quickly.
He said I was very beautiful, with long red hair. I
found this bit kind of funny, because ever since I was
a little girl I have loved red hair. He then revealed
that I died and a few years later, he died as well,
though he did not reveal how. Walter told me he'd been
searching for me for a very long time and that he finally
found me when I was fifteen years old. I was fifteen
when I saw him in my boiler room.
I asked him why it was that I am now living again and
he isn't, to which he responded "Fate."
Brooks Please respond to: John
Posted June 19, 2011