Jeremy

I like graveyards, during the day. At night, I won't go near them. One summer day, I was walking around the one down the street from where I live and I noticed a stone with pictures. I walked over and noticed one of the pictures had fallen down. I tried to stick it back in the ground but it was plastic and I heard a crack. I immediately dropped it saying aloud that I was sorry and meant no disrespect. I walked behind it to see who it belonged to. His name was Jeremy and he was 26 when he died. I got emotional and started to cry telling him he was taken too early. It was then I felt a cold spot on my right shoulder as if he was comforting me. I went home and could feel him following me. I turned around before exiting the cemetery, asking him to please not follow me that I was sure he was kind but I frighten easily. He didn't listen.

That night I woke for no reason around 3 am, nothing was on, and my children were all asleep. I couldn't help but feel someone watching me from my bedroom doorway. Scared, I plastered myself to my husband and squeezed my eyes shut. Whatever was watching me moved to my side of the bed and stood there. I felt something touch me at the base of my neck and it made me jump and sent a shiver down my spine. I know it was Jeremy, because I think once he realized just how afraid I was, there was nothing.

He resides now in my house, I see him without fail out of the corner of my eye in my living room when I am in my kitchen. I will often feel what I think is my husband behind me when I am at my computer but when I turn to address him, no one is there. Once I thought my husband was behind me in the kitchen and he whispered "sweetie" in my ear. Smiling, I turned, and he was sitting in the living room. Even my husband can feel what he calls "something" once in awhile.

I told a friend about Jeremy, who didn't believe me. He tried to provoke Jeremy yelling out that he didn't believe he was there and to come out. A few seconds later, across the room my infant's toy went on then off. We just put new batteries in it a few days earlier, and in order for it to turn on, you have to press the hand. My cats will often suddenly look at something above my head when I talk to them. I'm glad Jeremy followed me, except for the occasional spooks now and then, he is a kind presence.