In 1989 I used to live in a huge house that had four stories to it and it had ten rooms in it. One night, after my twentieth birthday, we were cleaning up after most of the guests were gone. I really had to go and change my white dress, so I went to my room and there, on my bed, sat a young man of about twenty two years of age. His eyes were very sad and he had a letter in his hand. I got scared but I couldn't scream so he got up and walked up to me like he knew me. He had really blue eyes and he was pale. He showed me the letter he was holding and it had my name in it, but it was written about twenty years earlier. I got really scared and opened my mouth to speak, but then he said "I thought you loved me? Why did you have to write to a man that left you and got married to another woman.?" Then he walked right through the wall into the next room. That's when I could move and talk, but I was so shocked at what happened and I was sure that no one would believe me.
So I did some research on the history on the house. I found out that the lady was named Tammy and she rejected the hand of Jack Lewis. He loved her very much but she never gave him the chance to show her how much love he had for her. After that day, he came to me every night to tell me how much he loved me. I don't get scared anymore and I fall asleep to his voice. Now I am married to a Jack Larry and he looks exactly like the ghost. Now he doesn't come to me anymore.