It was 1990 and I was living in a trailer. My parents were divorced and I was in the room where I could watch TV and do my homework at the same time. I was 17 that the time.
It was evening after supper. I was feeling something was not right but couldn't put my finger on what. I was feeling something like tapping on my right shoulder. I looked to my right and all I could see was the bed and window but nothing else was there so I just went back to my business.
Suddenly, I heard my mom calling me and I looked to my left. She looked at me and said "come in the living area with me".
I said "ok" but I noticed her face was red like she had been crying... Something was wrong I thought so I went and followed her and I saw my uncle sitting across from me and she looked at me and gave me the bad news that daddy had died.
I got up quickly and began crying. I was angry. I found out he had a heart attack although he was very young.
One year later 1991 when I was 18, I lived in my own trailer next to mom's trailer. I was ready for bed and it was dark when I noticed that by my bed near my window, there was a dark figure. It had a robe on and a hood over the head-I don't know what, it just kind of gave me the chills and I covered myself until I fell asleep. I did try to tell mom but, like all parents, she didn't believe in these things.
I know I had a hard time believing what I had seen or felt but I am getting used to it.