It was a few days after my best friend Sascha passed away, when I was at my friend Ryan's house. I was hoping to lose some of the stress there. We had been sitting in his room talking about Sascha for hours, trying to remember all the good times that we all shared together. During our talk, Ryan excused himself to use the bathroom. There were 2 bathrooms in the house, but at that time only the one upstairs was working. It was only the 2 of us in the house. While Ryan was upstairs, I laid back on his water bed with my legs hanging over the side.
I started to feel sad again so I decide to talk to to my friend Sascha. I remember telling him that I missed him a lot, when out of nowhere my right leg shot forward as if someone had pulled it. It took less than a second for me to jump up to see what happened. I was expecting to have seen Ryan but he wasn't there. I got up and went to check his closet for him, but he wasn't there either. That's when I heard the toilet flushing upstairs. When Ryan came back down I asked him if he was playing around and of course he said no. I consider myself to be a man of logic, but I also know that when I am unable to explain something that it could be of the paranormal. I am a firm believer in this. Thank You All.