Angelic

I have a ghost friend, probably my age. I think he loves me, and I won't explain it in full detail cause I don't want it to be more accepted to the sites guidelines. He's dressed in all white all the time, seems angelic same as the little girl, hes shown as a bright white angelic color, well it only happened twice when he had enough energy to get around. I was doing dishes one time, and cleaning up the kitchen, from the corner of my eye, I looked behind me, and I see feet, he wears skinny jeans, and converse shoes it looked like. He showed himself to me three weeks after a family member left. Third time I seen another entity in full detail, as if I saw another human being near me.

The first time he interacted with me was years ago, many months after we've been living here in my first year at this place. I felt someone kissing me one night, most likely it was gentle, not even sexual. The feeling was light, and quite blissful at the same time. But I opened my eyes expecting to see somebody, but no one was there.

This part isn't about the boy, I just forgot to mention it when I spoke about the times of the little girl from my Yucaipa story. I had a bedroom for at least three years, maybe just two. One day I walked into my room, and a bathroom connects to my bedroom, the mirror was in my eyes point of view, it was the first thing I looked at before walking into the room. I saw the little girl, expecting it to be my step mother, cause what I saw was long strands of hair hanging off the sides where the bars were, what seemed odd to me was the small hands, and the white and pink dress she was wearing. Her hair was long and beautiful, quite natural, looking away from the mirror, nobody was on the bed. I spoke to my step mother about it and she told me she saw the same thing the other day, and she thought it was me. First time I saw that beautiful girl in full detail, and second time I have seen an entity in full color, and in a human like form.

I found a note in one of my things, a small sentence saying "I love you". Beccah and I assumed it was the little girl, but after the angelic emo boy showed himself to me, I assumed it was him about a year later after I seen the sentence.

I had a bad day sometime in my fifth year at this place, jealousy issues, I won't even explain it, its too personal. I didn't realize it in the moment, but parts of my hair was in my face, and a few strands moved behind my ear when I had a certain look on my face. I must've been pretty sad. My step mother told me that she saw it happened to, it put a smile on my face but it didn't get rid of my issues. I still had to deal with these personal issues for a while until one of my family member left. After these couple ghost experiences with this mysterious entity, I assumed it was the ghost who kissed me on the few months in my first year.

I spoke to him here and there when my family was arguing from time to time, and on a bad day like that I always asked for a hug. He knocked over a cup in the room I was in, and from the corner of my eye I saw a stream of light reflecting from the mirror, it was a figure of a person, but barely put together cause this is when it was only the four of us. We had room mates from time to time, but we were only fracked over by them, so the boy didn't have enough power to make himself look clear. I do know that I saw a head of some sort, and shoulders, just blurry since energy is limited for the afterlife here.

I saw an outline of the boys hair and face once, he showed himself to me again for the second time. I only saw him for a moment, he flirted with me, but again it seemed gentle, then his figure disappeared.

Other times when I used to have a bedroom, I was able to see his face and eyes in the dark when he was energy-less. He did small things, and he never really kissed me on the lips again, a couple times when I used to see his eyes at the time Id feel his hand over my hair, or a small kiss on my cheek. He showed me that he loved me, but was also gentle enough to be like my best friend at the same time to. I mean, when he did use his energy for me, he wasn't aggressive, or handsy about it, he was gentle, and light as a feather every time.

The second time I saw him as something angelic was when my father was betrayed by an old friend, and room mate. He always gave him the benefit of the doubt and knew him for twenty years, but was always creepy with me and expected me to run into his arms after I grew up even though he used to change my diapers. I felt betrayed to, cause I even knew him for years, he turned out to be a horrible person. The day I felt betrayed, I saw a angelic looking hand, reaching over mine. My face wasn't in much a position to see his whole figure, so I only saw his hand reaching for me, and it felt that he was holding my hand. I looked over to my side where he was supposed to be, and of course, I didn't see anyone, but I knew who it was.