About 10 years back when I had my first husband, we had bought a very old house. When we first moved in I found a scratched up picture in the shed in my backyard. It was of an old black man with white curly hair.
Every night when I slept in my house the man came and visited me. I vividly remember sitting up on my bed and he would sit at the end of the bed talking to me. My talking would wake my husband up and every time he woke up, the man would fade.
I don't believe he was evil. He would just ask me questions about my day and sometimes say, "There are other ones here you know." I always knew he was talking about other spirits, such as himself.
It could be a dream. But I have never had dreams that reoccurred like that and felt so vivid and real. I remember hitting myself and he would ask, "What are you doing?" I would say, "Just making sure you are real." All he would do is laugh.
I specifically remember hitting myself and how it felt. That is when I knew it wasn't a dream. I also knew it wasn't a dream because of that man. I have never met someone so kind and brought such a peaceful presents. I did love him, as a friend. I felt like he watched over me.
About two years alter, I moved into another house. I went to sleep thinking I would wake up to see him again. But I never did. I missed him a lot. I wanted to move back into that house just so I could see him again. I wonder if I moved back there today if I would see him. I strongly believe that he was a good spirit, and because of the many experiences I had, I believe in them.