About 3 years ago, I was visiting my Great uncle's grave, I was leaving him his favorite flowers and an american flag. I stood there for a while, talking to his tombstone, hoping he would know I was still visiting. I had only met him once but I admired him and wouldn't forget him. A lot of people think he died in war, he didn't - only of natural causes.
It began to rain, I love the rain but still wanted a jacket since I was wearing a thin shirt. After about two minutes my shoulders were becoming visible through the shirt, suddenly feeling dry and warm, I looked up to see a boy smiling at me, he told me I would catch cold if I stood in rain like that, so I accepted his gesture.
After I had finished my visit, we walked back to the gate together, he offered to walk me back to my grandparents since he was afraid I would be hurt if I were walking alone.
After an hour of walking my mom drove up near us and motioned me to the car, she said she was just about to come and get me, I tried to give the boy his jacket back, he rejected me, waved goodbye and walked off, I entered the car and drove home with my mom.
The next day I was cleaning my clothes when I came across his jacket. I decided to wash it and return it to him, I checked the pockets of the jacket and found and address written on it. After washing it I headed to the street that was on the paper, only a one lane road and one house.
I knocked on the door, after a few seconds a woman opened the door, I smiled and told her that her son had loaned me his jacket last night and that I wanted to give it back to him. She broke out in tears and looked down at me enraged. She scolded me and thought I was mocking her, I told her I didn't know what she meant. She burst out crying even harder, she looked at me this time with happiness.
I was shocked at what she told me next, she said her son died a year ago yesterday and he couldn't possibly have given me his jacket, but what she said after that was even weirder, it was the jacket he wore the night he died. I ended up keeping the jacket and going back home to Cali, it's now my favorite jacket, occasionally I see the boy. He follows me around when I'm in Indiana, I've also gotten into more trouble after that, more near death experiences, and even when I was flying back to Indiana last week and our plane almost crashed, we were in Indiana air at the time and I was asleep when turbulence happened, I woke and next to me in the empty seat was the boy, his hand on mine, after a minute or so we regained altitude and everything was okay, after regaining altitude though, he was gone.
That night when I was using my mom's laptop in the basement while I watched my baby cousin Gerrit he appeared, he smiled and kissed my forehead and left again.
He always appears when I'm in indiana and places a hand on mine before disappearing, so tell me, do you think this ghost is just following me or something...
ps: I will keep posted on what happens in the future...