I'm taking you back to the first time I have ever seen a spirit or ghost. When I was about five I began to feel like there was something else around me that I couldn't explain. Years pasted on and when I was twelve I saw him for the first time. (Keep in mind that this is a different spirit then the one posted in my other stories)
I remember the day. It was April Fifth and it was a rainy day like most days here in Oregon. I like to feel the breeze and hear the sound of rain falling so I often sat in my window and listened. Well on this day I was sitting there and I began to feel like something was watching me. I turned and looked back into my room and saw a young guy, he looked like he was in his early twenties, floating towards me. I sat there in my window and watched it. I was young and didn't know what to do.
He came up and stood next to me and looked out the window. Then he turned and looked at me and said, "I'm Michael, I'm not going to hurt you. I always listen to the rain with you, it's relaxing..." I didn't say anything to him because I was afraid like most people.
Michael was around for a couple more years and then one day just up and left.
A month later is when the new spirit arrived. Does anyone think this is connected. Let me know.